Her third love was green. Her body used to be filled with roses and tulips and daffodils, but her last lover had stolen the sunlight she had needed to grow and left only ruined petals on the floor of her heart. But this new man helped her find sunlight and water to grow again. He was patient and nurturing. He brought life back into her. His reassuring words to her were the whispers of wind snaking between the green leaves of an oak tree. When they stargazed in the dim moonlight, she could see the specks of green shining through the brown of his hazel eyes like starlight. On those sleepless nights when she sipped the herbal tea he had made her one too many times, she would think that if green had a taste, this was it. And if nature was a person, he was it. He offered her encouragement, protection, the fortitude she needed to heal. When faith intervened and left the lovers on opposite paths, she found herself grateful for having been given the honor of loving him and hoped he would find someone better than her, someone more deserving of someone as special as him. She wasn't green with envy when he left, but rather filled with the green leaves of the flowers he helped grow within her once more.
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If Love Had a Color
Short StoryIn which a hopeless romantic attempts to capture the different types of loves as colors.
