In Blue Sweaters

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In blue sweaters, I found warmth. A feeling of home, like life depended on a cuddle in a fireplace and cups of coffee in a chilly morning. I smile, because in blue sweaters, I found love. Unexpected, but a heart that beats and shouts and craves is a heart that's found content. Content in someone. In someone's blue sweaters.

But blue sweaters always live up to their names. Blue sweaters will always be blue sweaters. You thought love blooms whenever your chest tightens, your heart flutters and your mouth stammers, but warmth was the mask until love leaves you feeling that particular color of that particular sweater:

Blue.