Maybe yesterday I was a hurricane—all noise and fury. But the truth is, the storm was brewing inside me for a while. My insecurities got the better of me. Like a dark cloud, it kept blocking the sun of your love.







I clung to that night at the park when you called me a sunflower. You saw my need for light and the way I crave to feel seen. But somewhere along the way, that need turned into a fear that you wouldn’t be there.







I know I messed up. I pushed you away instead of reaching for you. But here’s the thing: you’re not just the sun in my sky. You’re the comet streaking across it. Reminding me that the world is full of wonder. You challenge me, push me to grow, and maybe...