Looking at the rising sun, she closes her eyes.
Tick tock, tick tock.
She begins to wonder how long has it been since she last saw him - a day? A month? A year? Two years? She doesn't know; she stopped counting the days after he left with a happy smile on his face and newly filled determination for his new adventure.
"Bye!" he yells with twinkling brown eyes and matching, ruffled hair under his new hat, "See you later, Skyla!"
(It's been exactly five hundred and forty-three days.)
He is like the wind - warm, cold, harsh, gentle, he's always changing those around him. He's the type of guy who gives and gives continuously, the type of guy who lives for the thrill of battles and the taste of winning through blood, sweat, and hard work, the type of guy with such an one-tracked mind filled with determined dreams to notice anything, or anyone, around him.
He's the type of guy who will break her heart.
So she keeps her mouth shut with feelings threatening to spill and keeps her heart shut even tighter. She cannot love him because she knows he will not love her - not then, not now, not ever. (It doesn't change the fact that she wants to see him and hold him and shower him with all her love.)
He appeared in her life like a gust of wind, and he disappeared in her life like a hurricane.
She opens her eyes and sees the sun shine on another beautiful day. She curses the skies for being so bright and happy when all she feels is an infinite emptiness inside her stomach and the tight clenching of her almost broken heart. While he's journeying through new lands and climbing to new heights, she's reduced to a girl with an almost painful smile and a bleeding heart. It isn't fair, she whispers to herself, it isn't.
It's almost seven in the morning, and the tears could not stop.
And I hope the sun shines, and it's a beautiful day. And something reminds you, you wish you had stayed.
Because I don't know how to be something you'll miss.