Dear the sun,
Hey, how are you? More importantly, where are you?
We all miss you. No one even makes eye contact walking down the sidewalk. We stare at our boots and hide in our scarves.
Right now it feels like you've never been here, like we've lived like this forever, like nothing will ever change. Things have lost their warmth and color.
I know I've gotten upset at you before for coming on too strong, even for burning me, but all that's behind us now. Forgive me for complaining? I want you to come back. I miss you.
Love and tearcicles,