You’ve always been the light at the end of the tunnel. It was you who rescued me from the tape I’d been stuck in, bringing me out of the cold, empty, silent and lonely dark to the real world, with light, love, and life. Showing me how the world changed and being so patient with me. Even at the beginning, when you were scared of me, you were kind, gentle. Was it any wonder that I would fall in love with you?

Way back then, I had promised myself that I would look out for you. Protect you from people who wanted to take you away from me. Wipe away your tears and press a gentle kiss to your cheek. Make you dinner when you were so overworked and tired you could barely keep upright. I grew to enjoy it. It made me feel needed. Like we were a real couple.

Though - sadly - it didn’t seem like you felt the same. I could never blame you for it. I know it's strange. Me being what I am isn’t considered “normal”, and admitting your love for me would be wrong according to the world. I’ve tried to be patient and help you see that it isn’t wrong. But it wasn’t working. That became very clear when I had to watch you get dressed, make yourself appealing for someone else, someone you were going on a date with. I’d tried to get you to cancel; hell, I even tried to get that “date” away from you in a more permanent sense, but because your love for me has dipped, so had my power.

All of my anger came to a head when, after I’d tried to subtly hint at my love for you again, you didn’t even realize what I meant. I snapped.

“God… Damn it, Sunshine! You are impossible!” Frustration colors my tone as I raise my voice at you. These thoughts that have been running through my mind for weeks spill over as I seethe, towering over you. A small part of me flinches at your shock and fear, but I continue, the anger slowly fading and giving way to desperation.

“I do everything right! Tell me, please... What do I have to do to make you only look at me?!”