*written from the perspective of a middle aged english woman, 6 yrs old*

I often compare my love for him to the sun-shining in the east and to the unwavering intensity that heats every ray as it shines down on the desert day after day.

Without the sun there would be no desert. Without the love I feel for him there would be no love in my heart.

My heart would be bleak, empty. Because just the idea of love fuels me. It lights a fire inside of me too strong to ever dim and it doesn’t matter that he doesn’t love me because my love isn’t the kind of love that needs to be reciprocated. My love is the kind that simply exists. And just by existing.. it keeps me alive.