Random Fucking Oneshots

Welcome to the table

Blue.

That's your favorite color right? I'm not sure how I missed it for so long.

We were in the yard, and you were looking up at the sky with that expression. It was full of awe, and less... Rough than I thought it would be. I tried to capture that. The calm and tranquility you had there.

I couldn't catch that. It was never perfect. Never enough. No matter how close it looked.

I should have realized before.

I gave you a present wrapped in blue one year.

You claimed you loved red for so long. But I could see it. You wilted everytime you were handed another present covered in the firey color. With your name scrawled atop the paper, always half done.

My present was wrapped neatly. A soft blue covering with a white ribbon on top. Your name name written neatly. I thought for sure it would ruin your Christmas.

The joy in your eyes when you saw it made my heart ache. It made me... Happy.

I wanted to see that light in your eyes more. I wanted to cradle it and watch it grow. I wanted to see it fill your smiles and your steps. Wanted it to reflect when you were speeding down back roads in your truck.

I wanted it directly at me. Wanted to let it warm us in the snowy nights. Wanted to see it when going to bed and waking up. Wanted to hold your hand and feel that warmth. That light.

You're naturally warm.

Naturally.. you. The second biggest state.

You critiqued the way I made barbecue once.

I remember all the steps. And the joy came once again, you but into and you looked like you'd melt.

People saw me as suspicious when I offered to host barbeques when you weren't fast enough.

People realized my own feelings before me.

I should have listened.

I know all of your favorite things. I learned them so willingly it should scare me. It does scare me.

Your favorite colors blue. You say it's red, so they don't know you love beyond what the expect you to.

Your favorite bird is a hummingbird. (You say it's an eagle.)

Your favorite drink is a classic martini. (You say it's whiskey.)

My favorite color used to be orange, for my sports team. My least favorite was red, for yours.

Now I love sitting with you, the sunset infront of us.

The oranges and reds blending to produce other beautiful colors, with the blue merging and fading away. The clouds going pink, and then silver under lady moons touch.

The stars slowly winking into existence as we laughed and danced together.

People are right, you know. The stars are brightest in the heart of Texas. They're vibrant and paint pictures of long past.

I think... That learning wasn't so bad. It gave me you. Your touch, your love. That light and warmth I craved for so long.

So I no longer bring blue along as a sad or disagreeing color.

It's your color.

Blue.