I always loved how you were - are blue. It was never the color of yours eyes or the undertones of your skin it wasn't that stupid shirt you always look so good in. You were blue because that was you. It seaped from inside you painting everything around you that lovely color of my happiness and my sadness.
One day I realized you aren't blue.
You were never blue. You have always been yellow. From the flecks of it in your eyes to the color of your favorite shirt which looks even better on you than the blue I've always favored on you. The color yellow. It's that feeling that makes you dance in the middle of the street while you're on your walk as that song blasts through your ear buds.
You are my yellow. I do not need you to be happy or sad or angry. I don't need you but you make one hell of a memory.
