He loved you like he was five years old and he'd just discovered fire. He loved you with both of his hands, with his eyes, with his mouth, like he didn't always know what he was doing but it was all coming naturally anyway. He loved you like he was watching sunsets and sunrises in your smile, like every time you laughed his day got a little brighter, like when he held you, he was holding the sun in his arms. It felt so simple and right. And even though, sometimes, there were fights that removed the sunshine, you always found a way to get it back. And even though there were tears, from both of you, in a back cupboard, somewhere, there were always tissues too. And even though there were moments you doubted, he was always there to make the doubts go away. And for this you loved him. For all of this, you loved him. He loved you like he was five years old again and discovering fire. And you loved him back.
—Sue Zhao
