Compliment: I know her kind of passion. It burns Bright. It burns Hot. It’s the intensity of sun. But if you take it for granted. It will die, along with you. You will be left a pile of ash. Blinded from staring at something so beautiful, knowing you had it. And cold, because that heat can never be replaced.
I think this is one of the nicest compliments ever given to me. I don’t think they meant for it to be but …. All I ever want is to be somebody’s sun. Because they’re my world.
I’d give up anything to be that pretty