Like a Breath of Fresh Air.

If he was the sun she was the atmosphere, ever engulfing and all loving.

 

She embraced his every woe, tending to needs she'll never ever know. 

She watched upon the world, passing along shooting stars to those who needed hope, needed something to shine light in dark places. 

They'll never know where her love could have taken them. 

Won't even know half its capacity, but that's okay though. 

Because each and every day she sees the Sun she holds onto those moments, knowing that night will come her way. 

Always needing shooting stars to ease the pain.

Always needing someone in her graces, to catch as she falls.