A gold glow followed him as he came into view. Taking the last few steps, his silhouette backlit against the warm sky, he made it to the top of the hill, taking my breath away.

I couldn’t quite make out his features; his amber eyes, sun kissed cheeks, chiseled jaw, but I knew they were there.

I knew his eyes would find mine.

I knew I would run and collapse into his arms.

I knew he’d hold me while the tears ran and hold me until they stopped. And then he’d hold me some more, an embrace, one we both dreamt of all this time he was gone.

To me, he was the sun.

To him, I was the moon.

To each other, we were the only two beings in a lonely universe. A universe that was meaningless when we were apart.

It had been fifteen years since the sun had last risen.

It took one second for me to forget the darkness, and welcome back the light.