Love I Suppose - Tumblr Posts

He hated the Sun. It was either burning hot or not at all warm enough, as he saw it. In summer it felt like the sun was trying to burn off his skin, he could only imagine the triumphant grin when he happened to get a sunburn, and in winter the sun showed itself but decided that apparently warmth wasn't needed. Why show up when you're not gonna do anything? Spring and Autumn were mystery boxes, really. It was either hot or cold or a weird in between that left the air all humid and sticky and just disgusting. If you asked him, the sun was an asshole. ..That was until that angel of a man swept him off his feet and showed him what love meant. The weather didn't get better, maybe it even got worse, but his angel was worth every shiver and every sunburn. And when they were outside and the disgusting warmth made his angel grin from ear to ear or when they were lying in bed together and the last rays of sun painted a golden shine over his lover, his angel, then just maybe he could bring himself to thank the sun silently. Just maybe.