Sunshine through my window

Sunshine through my window

That's what you are. Sunshine through my window. I was awaken by the bright stray of light. I didn't want to wake up. As I fold myself with a blanket, I listen to my heart speak. It whispers to me about pain and this odd throbbing like feel that lurks within. Then I said "I can't be the boomerang anymore. Just like in the movies, "Things don't happen twice"

and

Finally. A reply. After hours of waiting. But it's different. The different that I've been afraid of. . . . . . . . . .