yellow.
it's a beautiful color if you really look at it.
yellow.
the color of the sun and sunflowers.
daffodils.
all bright, wonderful things that spark joy and happiness.
and then there's a song.
a song called yellow.
the song is beautifully written, making you fall in love.
but there's a catch to this new found song of ours.
a boy who plays you all these love songs, only making you fall deeper and deeper in love.
yellow is the only one you remember.
the first time he ever played it for you.
how we sang it for you, to you.
on the phone at 3am, we're only kids. we should go to bed but for him i continue to lose infinite hours of rest.
but now it's filled with dark memories.
memories of insecurities, uncertainty and growing up too fast.
memories of always being left behind.
of sleepless nights worrying about him.
memories of late night conversations, trying so hard to be enough. staying up until you physically couldn't anymore and fell asleep, phone on your pillow, him laying on the other line.
memories of his words, the way he spoke and the infinite ways he told you how beautiful you were, how he fell in love with his best friend;
only to take them away moments later.
memories of always being there for him, no matter how late or what he needed. but he was never there for you.
how he told you that your eyes sparkle, he loved how he scrunched your nose at him to make him laugh.
but at the end.. it was all yellow.
