While I keep longing for the sun, waiting for her to caress me with her comforting rays, I forget that she is so out of my league. She is beautiful beyond a doubt, but in such a cruel way, burning me whenever I try to comprehend her irresistible grace with my own eyes.
And while I am attempting to win her for me, I omit your existence.
You, who might not be as stunningly bright as your beloved sister, the star our lives revolve around, but who is there for me regardless of my ignorance. Whereas the sun’s beauty is too bright to behold, yours is calmer, more subtle; not less fascinating, however. You are the firm rock opposing the fiery glory, the serene sea after a storm. And I want you to know that I do not love you any less, that I will always remember the comfort you offer me when you look back at my direct stare, no matter whether I will look at you again tomorrow or a month later.
[This text was originally meant to be an Instagram caption but turned out to be longer than intended, so I figured I could post it on here as well.]