this little fight

orange

I apologize, but I cannot help it when you smile like that.

I cannot help the way your eyes shine and your checks glow, your nose bouncing vividly when you laugh and the hand gestures you make when you're deeply involved in something.

I cannot change the fact that my eyes are glued to you and your aura, how the bright orange invisible air surrounding you bounces and giggles against the stale gray air of the real world.

I cannot change the fact that my aura, indeed, is gray as well, but I would love to invite your orange inside to laugh and dance around with the joy of your bouncing hair.

I cannot help it that orange is such an speaking color.

I do not want to change the way I stare at the bright orange.

Orange is my new favorite colour.