Dear Blue,

Dear Blue,

I saw you today, you looked bright and happy. you always seem to remind me of the good in the world, like the days when you wake up and can just tell its going to be perfect, or the days were its sunny but you can see the rain clouds rolling in and it's fine because you adore the rain.

You were with her. The girl with the red hair, you once told me she was fiery. I was shocked because I thought you had meant in bed. You had not, but then you said: "well, she is, I'm not going to lie, but that's not what I meant". You had meant that when she gets an idea, no one can stop her. An idea for a book, or piece of art, or a protest about guns, no one would stop her. I was envious. I wanted what you 2 had. I knew I could never have that though.

To be loved means everything to me, and I knew I could not get over you, but I also know you love her; I don't want to ruin what you have. I just want to be apart of it. Please let me be apart of it one day. Please...

I'm getting ahead of myself Blue. Im sorry I never call you by your name. It's just that your hair and eyes are so interesting to me. The purest of blues. Eyes almost like an unbreakable ocean storm, and hair that matches the sky on the brightest spring day.

Same goes for Red. Her eyes are a shocking emerald green and her hair is as fiery as her birth name. Emilia . You and her were out getting groceries with her young daughter, Adaline. I remember you telling me that her boyfriend had raped her, which had ended up getting her pregnant. She was devastated. Mostly because she would never get an abortion, or give the little one up for adoption. She kept the baby, left the boy, and ended up with a little family of her own, with you.