Sunrise

It was a pretty cold morning to sit outside and watch the sunrise. The color darkblue from the night,
lightblue from the day to come and the orange for the start and ending of the day. Dahlia loved to watch the
sun rise and set. Especially when she could watch it with him. He was so important to her. As the sunrise, he
came into her life.. She loved the sunset too, but not when it came to him. It was pretty cold to sit outside in
that morning, but the sun made it bearable, even comforting. She missed him when he was away, but the sun
on her skin and the moon in the night reminded her of him. As she was at home trying to find words, he was
away and she did not know for what purpose he went away. She began to miss him everyday, writing,
reading, passing the time, but never forgetting how the minutes passed by.

This made her think about the first she met him. It was a warm afternoon in the spring, she had always have
more inspiration and motivation to keep writing, reading and letting her imagination keep her company. She
had just picked herself the most beautiful wildflowers she ever saw. As she was walking down the streets,
looking around her. Seeing old couples as they were having a discussion on why she or he shouldnt wear her
bags. Even old couples still looking into their eyes as they had just fallen in love, telling eachother what they
loved about eachother as if they had never heard it coming from the others lips. As she kept walking and
kept admiring these old couples, she ran into a man. She wasn’t paying attention to him. She apologized and
kept walking towards the coffeeshop where she would drink her coffee and would write some more. When
she sat at her table and opened her laptop and wanted to write. She was stuck.. Stuck with nothing but him
inside her head, maybe she should get her head clear. She didn’t want to stop her literary mind, so she began
walking towards the bookstore. At one moment the sun was shining and at that moment the streets became
grey and it started to started to rain. She ran towards the bookstore and appeared into the bookstore soaked
and dripping on the floor. As she walked through the bookstore she noticed that her wildflowers were wet
and probably ruined. Then she spotted the man she ran into earlier standing next to her. Smiling at her and
looking down at the flowers. “If you dry them at home, maybe they will exist forever, no need to be sad..” He
ended his sentence with the most heartwarming smile. As she smiled back they kept talking for some some
unknown reason. As they spent the day in the bookstore, she got enough inspiration and books to read for
an entire year. He did too. She loved how his mind worked.. Bright, but gentle. Like the sun. As their
relationship kept growing she knew how they were meant for eachother. How the sunset was meant to
happen, everyday.

As Dahlia was waiting for him to come home.. Days had passed by. It bothered her that he did not tell her
what he was doing, sometimes she even got a little jealous.. That other people weren’t missing him and she
was. She got up every morning looking at the sunrise as if he would appear with him, until one day he did. It
seemed like forever when it were only a couple of days. She ran with her bare feet through the cold and wet
grass and jumped into his embrace, doing what she wanted to do every minute and every second of everyday,
from the day that he left. “You were gone..” she asked gently. “I am back”, he said with the biggest smile
plastered on his face, holding the exact same flower bouquet she picked that day we met. That was their
sunrise and now its is their sunset forever. He gave her the sunrise.