Dear Mr. Sun,
It has been months since we last saw each other, and I miss you dearly. We spent so many warm, wonderful days together last summer—jogging along the river, jet skiing on the lake, having lunch on the deck.
As the leaves began to turn, you visited less and less often. My once-conspicuous watch tan slowly faded away. Then one day out of the blue, you completely disappeared. You didn’t write. You didn’t call. I cried for months, feeling cold, lonely and abandoned.
Those were the darkest days of my life. The romantic fool in me held onto hope that you might come back, but every time I turned my gaze to the sky, it was in vain. Each cloudy day was grayer and gloomier than the last.
When the snow finally began to melt, my hope of your return was replenished. Whenever I saw you peeking your beautiful golden face through the clouds, I rushed to lace up my trainers so I could meet you for a run. But you always retreated into your vaporous hiding place, leaving me brokenhearted again and again.
At first, I thought it was because you didn’t like me anymore. My friends called you a jerk and told me to get over you. But soon, I started to understand why you were hiding.
People are cruel, and they blame you for all sorts of terrible things, from drought to sunburns to melted ice cream cones. You are tired of their insults, and you resent being cursed for every weather-related problem in the world when all you ever wanted to do was aid in photosynthesis and vitamin D production.
Mr. Sun, I’m begging you: please come back. I can’t stop thinking about you, and I can’t spend another day without you. Forget about everyone else—none of them understand or appreciate you like I do.
I yearn to feel the warmth of your touch and see the brightness in your eyes. I need you to shine down on me.
Love always,
Brooke
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