It's no wonder the universe designated him the Chosen One.

He's too good for this world. He's certainly too good for me. He's the sun to my moon, the day to my night, the life to my death.

He's a beacon of light with a gravitational force that's impossible to ignore. He gives off radiant glow. I can't help but be drawn into his incandescent orbit. I know I have everything to lose when it comes to him, but to be out of his path is somehow worse.

He is golden in a million ways. Despite how the world has repeatedly knocked him down, he does his damn best to help and do good. Despite everything always going wrong for him, his intentions are never everything but the best.

He is a field of sunflowers. He emits enough radiant light to warm and comfort everyone. He is happiness; he is the sun.

"You were the sun, and I was crashing into you. I'd wake up every morning and think, 'This will end in flames.'"