Sunflower & Comet

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 that scares me sometimes. But isn’t that what love is about? A beautiful mess of growing together?




This fight woke me up. It made me realize I almost threw away something precious because of the thick fog clouding my needs. So here I was. With a heart full of hope, I spent all night painting. Not a sunflower, but a whole field of them swaying in the breeze. And then, there you were; a fiery comet soaring above, illuminating them all. It’s not perfect, but it’s us.




I don’t want to give up on us. Not easily. We’ll get through this together. Bend instead of break. Because you, with your goofy smile and your wild spirit, are the sunshine I crave. And I, with all my intensity, promise to be the ground that keeps you tethered. We nurture what we have—this crazy, beautiful thing between us. Because honestly, a world without you feels a lot darker, a lot less colorful.




So, baby, are you in? Are you in for stormy nights and sun-drenched mornings?


Are you in for us?

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