21

I don't care about million dollar bills anymore. I just care about him and nothing else.

Every day feels like a new one with him; it's like the sun has woken up for the first time.

Now all I want to be is his lover and nothing else, physically and emotionally.

I don't feel like I've sinned and I forgot all about his sins. It's like he's not a sinner anymore.

I think we've reached the middle section of my end. I think all will end well.

I am ready. I am ready to re-do my wishes and my dreams. I am ready to be completely happy.

Who would've thought I'd actually become happy because of him? Not me, surely.

But fate always has plans for your life. And fate is never incorrect.

And now his jeans are no longer the color of sadness. They're radiant with the color of happiness.

Now I find him in the middle of the street, next to the accident and in front his future, with yellow jeans and an orange shirt. Just like the Sun.