If I was your sunshine ☀️

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You once hummed softly, “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine ☀️...”

But if I truly was your sunshine… why did you never step out from the shadows of your pride to feel my warmth?


Why didn’t you choose to talk, to heal our quarrels, to bridge the silence between us?

Why did you shut every door and window, yet still expect me to find my way to you through the cracks?

Why didn’t you tell me I mattered? That you needed me?


Don’t you remember how many times I returned to you, even when you had locked me out completely?

I searched for the smallest opening, a keyhole, a gap, just to pour my light inside.

If I had known you were suffering quietly, I would have filled your world with flowers and bees, with endless blossoms.


But you let your ego stand between us, even when I was ready to be your whole world.

You knew I always returned after every night faded into dawn.

But this time… days passed, weeks passed, and you never came looking.


When I asked if you would love me till your last breath, you could have held me with words.

Instead, your replies were sharp, cutting deeper than you knew.

So I left.


You waited, thinking I would return like always.

I left, believing you no longer wanted me.

I hid behind dark clouds, not because I hated you, but because I felt unwanted, unloved.


And there… I met a rainbow.

It comforted me, painted my sky in colours I had never seen.

But colours fade. Rain falls. Skies change. And my mind became as restless as the weather.

That’s when I understood your worth, but by then, my road back to you was gone.


So, if you ever find another sunshine in your life…

Never close your doors and windows again. Keep them wide open.

Let her light spill into every corner of your heart.

Let flowers bloom, butterflies dance, and when the rain comes, face it together.

Get drenched, but help each other dry after.


This sunshine, me, will remember you always.

I will be happy to know you are happy, even from afar.

I will remember the love and support you gave me in my hardest days.

And I will love you still, quietly, silently, like the sun that keeps shining, even behind the clouds..❤️



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