My Sun and Stars

 
I've always loved how she looked when her face was wet from the rain.
 Her hair all over her face, if it was up then strands of it came out around her face. Her face was covered in drops as if she finished crying. I always saw beauty out of it. Her eyes, her makeup smudged a bit but it was though it was supposed to be like that. There was no flaw to it and when she was in my arms, it didn't matter if I got wet, her smell, her touch, she felt like the sun. No matter how cold, she was the sun to me and I smelled the rain on her, she smelled beautiful.
She walked in the rain and walked with grace.
 Her hair would almost always escape her hoodie no matter how tightly she strapped it.
 It didn't matter if her hair was up even, the hoodie would come down from her face and only covered her bun.
She hated it. She said she wanted a robe like a Jedi, covering all her face and looking like a Sith Lord.
When she described a Jedi robe to a Sith look, I could only see how her two personalities went with it.
She could be calm and quiet but then a trigger would happened.
  
She would be watering plants, making an art piece, dancing even and then...she would break.
 A different woman would be in front of me. She would be crying or quiet as if she must have seen death.
She looked hopeless and pale and nothing could bring her joy. It scared me, until I actually held her and her warmth came back. The sun in her would reappear and I could feel her in my world slowly coming back to me.
No matter how or when her breakdowns happened, I let her be, I held her and gave her space but I never ignored her no. I was always alone with her.
She would appear to be perfectly fine to other people but I saw the shake of her hands, the biting of her bottom lip, the sad glance that would peek through her charade. She let me see reality of her personal world. But I guarded it. I gave her stars to look at from the sky so she could see beauty in the darkness of her world.
She gave me warmth and I gave her light.
I love her.