Sunset, is beautiful, isn’t it?

As I was watching the sunset yesterday, a thought suddenly came to me — I often used to say that I am a sunflower, and you are my sun.
Maybe… my sun needed to set, so I could finally experience the moon.

And in that moment, I realized — you aren’t bad, and neither are the memories we shared. Maybe your purpose as the sun wasn’t just to shine for this one sunflower. Maybe you had more skies to light, more worlds to warm.

I am slowly learning to accept that you are not meant for me.

Like the irony of life, sometimes we have to endure the heat before we can appreciate the beauty of the sunset.
Not all endings are sad — just like the sunset.
Maybe we didn’t end things the way we imagined, but I don’t regret a single moment of what we had.
I don’t regret letting you in, trusting you, even with the scars I carried.
You were my serendipity — an unexpected joy I never thought I’d feel again.

You were the person I didn’t see coming, yet brought me light I had forgotten I deserved.
And maybe… maybe my role as a sunflower was never to keep the sun, but simply to admire it while it shone on me.

Because not all beautiful things are meant to be ours forever.

So I’ll keep being a sunflower — standing tall, seeking light, finding purpose.
And maybe, just maybe, I’ll be the sunflower you’ll one day look back on.