My first love - The sky

My first love was the sky.

The way she changed and the way she held me in her embrace. She had a million different faces and a million different colors, each one calming the storm inside of my heart. She was there when no one else was. She was always there. She always understood me. She wept with me in her midnight blues under the willow tree. She laughed with me in her morning sunshine. She sang with me in her golden sunsets. I'll never be who others want me to be, and that's alright; for the sky made me and she loves me for who I am.

My last love was the sky.