“Fractured people like us don't have dreams, sunshine.  We live in darkness, stopped believing. There is no hope.”  An ethereal dream but too faraway for him to grasp within his fingers. He had to try even when hope was faltering.   

"Were you too shy to say anything? Or did you not like me?" These were some of the unanswered questions that lingered.   

"Don't go somewhere I can't reach you."   He was nothing but of broken bones, bruised body parts and a scarred beating heart. 

Sometimes he was sunshine, sometimes he was rain. But it was okay because a sunflower like her needed him to live.  He found her in autumn, amidst the despair and melancholia that she held. He had never left her, for all he had was her, a dainty flower.