A pocketful of sunshine.
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It was a yellow shirt that he had to borrow when another senior spilled some soda on him. He did not mind that my yellow shirt had a picture of rainbows and clouds on it and instead called himself a pocketful of sunshine.
He indeed was, a pocketful of sunshine. His smile could go for miles, lighting up the way.
He brought light to my once gray world.
I got to know more people, and our circle of friends grew. I became a happy person, and it was all because of him.
He did not know it, but he was my light. He looked ridiculous in that yellow shirt he wore, but he did not mind.
At the end of the day he told me I was amazing, and thanked me for lending him my shirt. He was to return it the next day but I told him to keep it; he liked it so much anyways.
I smiled to myself that night for it was the first time he ever called me amazing.
During that day, Nick was yellow.
