I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen something so breath-taking. Or when I lost the ability to see such beauty in something so simple; something that has been taken for granted by everyone. The multitude of colors blended together to create such an image of the beginning of the day had never been so captivating. Has the sunrise always been this beautiful? I was, most definitely, missing out on life. And sitting here - in this plush balcony chair - I learn to regret the last few years that I have lived under all of the suffocating pressure that drew faded scars on my forearms, or the needle-sized dots sprinkled in the insides of my elbows. I learn to regret the words that never left my mouth; even though they were beating against the insides of my mouth vehemently. I learn to regret the entrapment of my love for him in this cold organ I called a heart.

    And as I keep staring at the sun rising higher and higher from the endless horizon, I realized he was like the sunrise. Everyone took him for granted. Everyone knew that whenever they needed him, he’ll be there. It didn’t matter what the situation was; a call, a text, a short voicemail and he’ll be right there by your side within moments. And I knew I was one of those people that took him for granted.