My tomorrow; My sun

It's as if I was living in ignorance before you. Ignorance is bliss, right?
It was easy to live without you, without your love, when I didn't know what I was missing.
Without you, it's as if my life is pointless now.
There is no point of waking up tomorrow morning, because my tomorrow doesn't include you.
I can't even tell you when, but I do know, that you've become my tomorrow.
How could the sun hold any appeal at all when compared to you?
How can anything hold any appeal when compared to you?