As I admit I’m obsessed with the Sun, I asked God, “Is there a human as bright and warm as the Sun?” He answered by letting me meet someone as warm and bright as the Sun— and soon my world swirled around her, orbiting too close to her. I burned. Telling myself *I burn fine*, thinking this is what I desired. But the truth is I burned wondering whether to keep holding on or finally let go. Now it costs my soul. Now we both burn— and the wounds aren’t on my palms but deep in my soul. I knew it was my fault. That’s why we both got hurt. So now I let go, even if it hurts, even if it brings me pain. Whether I hold on or release— the hurt feels the same. So now I let go for us to live, for us to breathe, for us to stay alive longer. Praying I won’t see you anymore.