Colours

orange

Trusting you was orange.

Orange like the pumpkin soup my grandma made when leafs started falling of the trees. Like watching her sing the songs she used to dance to when she was younger, making us laugh and talk about everything. Like desperately knocking on her door, her knowing, sad smile greeting me, allowing me to fall into her arms when my heart seemed to heavy for me to carry.

Orange like the sunrise, I couldn't keep my eyes from. Being fascinated by the colors up at the sky, making me feel as if I was right where I was meant to be. Waking up very early, running to the field we always used to sit on. Like sunshine filling the whole village, refreshing every person on its own.

Orange like the oranges that were growing in your neighbors backyard, the one that you didn't like and wanted to get revenge from for not giving you your football back when you were still young. Trying to hold myself back from laughing as I was reaching for an orange, but was too small. Like feeling your warm hands wrap around my hips, slightly lifting me up, making me bigger than I actually was.

Trusting you was orange.