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Sunrise

I watched the sun turn the sky an orange of brilliance. I should have heard her voice. I never did because she never spoke the words. She didn't tell me the three words that I didn't know I wanted to hear.  

I watched the dew on the leaves reflect a torrid red with hues of yellow,  an ode to the rising sun. She knew how far I would go for her, cross the ends of the universe. She knew. I never said those three words, because I never realised it. But I knew how she felt. I knew if she told me then, I would have belittled her due to my confusion, but I would have realised sooner what it meant to me and for me.

How sunrise makes it feel like time is standing still, only to lead to an explosion of light- reminding you that your day has begun. I turn and walk slowly to my car. I understood myself, too late. I drove home slowly, dreading the wedding music that i would hear upon entering. Early morning weddings. I looked up at my bride's face, wishing she were someone else. The sun had just risen, but my sun had set on a chapter in my life and there was nothing I could do about it.  

Sunset  

I watched the sun turn the sky a blood red. I should have heard his voice. I never did because he never spoke the words. He didn't tell me the three words that I didn't know I wanted to hear.    

I watched the dew on the leaves reflect a subtle orange with hues of purple, an ode to the setting sun. He knew how far I would go for him, cross the ends of the universe, be anything he wanted me to be. He knew. I never said those three words, because I never realised it. But I knew how he felt. I knew if he told me then, I would have cried and fought and denied it, due to my confusion, but I would have realised sooner what it meant to me and for me.  

How sunset makes it feel like time is ending, when it leads to a destruction of light- reminding you that your day has ended. I turn and walk slowly to my home. I understood everything, just a little too late. I walked home slowly, dreading the chatter that I would hear upon entering. Early morning weddings they would talk. His early morning wedding.  It was over, and I couldn't attend. I couldn't stand to look at his bride's face, wishing she were me. The sun had just set, but his sun had risen on a new chapter in his life and there was nothing I could do about it.

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