Because loving him was like Daylight, it wasn't red, it wasn't golden. It was like the first ray of sun after an eternity of darkness and rain.

It was a constant worry that the storm might return and it would be dark again? But maybe, just dreaming about being under a well lit sky thinking that he held my hand for just a brief moment was happiness like a newly bloomed bud.

The question was, how long was the Day going to last?