Sunlight Love

I read a book where a boy and a girl fell in love. Over time, slowly but surely, rightfully so. They grew up together, best friends forever. Until one day, when the sun peaked over the top of the trees spilling light chaotically. It reflected a new color in her eyes, a color he had never seen before. In that moment he saw her differently. For he once knew all the colors that made up her eyes. The sky-blue shade that melded with the sea green like the horizon at dusk. How those colors faded into each other but stopped at the bold line of navy blue surrounding her pupils. He knew every line in her face and what emotions they each represented; the angry line between her eyebrows or the joyful ripples of her cheek and crinkles near her eyes. He knew the tone of her voice, how he could pick it out within a sea of people and that it put him at ease. The sunlight from that day declared more than what he had ever seen. Revealing the truth hidden in his immaturity. The light unveiled the truth that he could never leave her side. How he could not bear the idea of being anywhere but next to her. How he will live and die for her. How he loved her. So, on that day, when the sun peaked over the trees and the wind swept through the leaves, the branches danced. That day, the shadows danced, too. He took her by the hand and promised to love her until the very end.