Her smile was like glass, so easily broken, yet so easily replaced. I was the one who she gave that power to. The simplest action, word, statement, or change in voice, could make or break her smile. Me...I have the power to bring sunshine to a field of sunflowers, or bring a storm strong enough to wash them away for good. I love her, and she loves me. My smile would not be as bright as it is this very moment that I speak about this wonderful woman if she was not in my life. However, I must tread lightly, as if I'm trying not to wake the enemy; I was the one full of darkness after-all.
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Yellow
RomanceYellow is the color between orange and green on the spectrum of visible light. Yellow is also the only color that reacts badly to black. Orange being semi-sad and green being happy, yellow would be contentiousness and mellowness; black representing...
