Colors Of Me: A Rainbow Of Drabbles

Yellow

He smiled a lot. He also cried a lot. He was very open. Not vulnerable though. Open. It was suprising to her. She and her stone cold heart could not understand it. Wasn't he afraid of it all being used against him?
Maybe he was naive. Maybe he was simply dumb. She wished that was the case. Than she could understand it and leave it, leave him. But deep down she knew this was not it. He was stronger than the others. He burned brighter too. Not in a way you could explain. He was not smarter than the rest. Not stronger or faster either. In fact, it seemed like he was quite average. Still, he shone. Maybe it was his smile. It was so honest. Maybe his laugh. It made everybody who heard it melt. His happiness was infectious. She had the urge to make him happy. Mostly it was the way he was happy. He was happy so often. It was impossible to douse that spark in him. Despite everything he was still happy. He still had hope, still thought positive, lived healthy. She never understood. Perhaps he was stronger than even her. She didn't understand. So she stayed. She did love a good riddle.