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Today you came back with yellow. I saw you bump into a girl and have your drink spill on you.

"That lemonade was really good! You should try it with me sometime."

You offered a date, and I never replied. Of course I would've said yes If I could, but you know what I am.

Yellow is usually the sun, right?

Doesn't it mean you're happy? That you're filled with joy? That your emotions are overwhelmed with something great? And why does it only mean one thing?

"You should feel yellow!!"

That doesn't make sense, but you smiling at me while saying at it gives me a brighter understanding of it. It's like yellow is propelling you to stay positive, right? Like the sun shining at you, kissing your skin with the rays?

"Being yellow isn't always enjoyable."

You admitted, and your sun-tan skin says too. The sun loves you so much but it doesn't notice she's bringing you pain. Happiness cannot be taken forever, and you understand that.

Yellow never made sense to me. It's a confusing color that can only portray one thing. You know that, and you still push forward letting me know.

"Because you've been blue for so long, it's time for you to change color."

Is it okay to change color? Wouldn't it change me? Yellow can disappear and become dirtied easily like a colored pen, so what's the change I'll get?

Yellow is the cheer.

Yellow is the happiness.

Yellow is the motivation.

Yellow is the encouragement.

Yellow will brighten me up. Yellow will make me smile. So am I going to change to yellow?

Yellow is the boost that leans me towards you.