SUNSET

Everytime I look at the sunset, I think of you.

The way you used to stand at the balcony with your camera, ready for the sunset, so you could take a picture.

I remember how upset you were the first time you fell ill and had to be indoors.

The way you used to force me to take pictures of the sunset for you. As if that was what was going to make you feel better.

I wish it did.

Now that you’re gone, the only true memory I have of you is the sunset.

Not your clothes, not your jewellery, but the sunset.

I then realized that i too, had fallen in love with ✨THE SUNSET✨

~thenakoaddison