golden hour has a funny way of suspending time
wedged right in between day and night, it serves as a beginning and an ending
while it transforms the sky into an array of light and beauty
the girl I loved in middle school
shared my love for the way the sky transformed
the days when we would get ice cream and watch the sky from the top of the playground were the days when my love for her felt the most infinite
looking at her face in this light, the way the sun hit her skin and danced across each of the freckles on her nose
I had no choice but to love her
even though everything in me was saying that I shouldn’t
but that’s the thing about the sun
you can’t stop it from rising every morning
or departing from the sky each evening
and even when you can’t see it glowing above you in the sky, or feels it’s warmth on your skin
as much as I tried to ignore my love for her
I felt it every time I looked at her, every time I thought of her, every time I heard her voice
and even when I pretended I didn’t
I loved her more than anything in the world
our little moments in the golden sunlight meant more to me than anyone could have known
and even though the sun would soon set and we would soon have to go home
I knew that there was no way that my body could forget how the sun felt on my skin or how the way she looked at me made made me love her in a way that I’d never thought I’d love another girl
there are some things that you just know
and on those nights the only things I was certain of
was that the sun would eventually set, and that it would rise again the next morning