In Every Hues, There's You
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Last published Sat, Sep 27, 2025
Yellow is the color of happiness.
Gray depicts sadness.
Red for love, passion, and even hatred.
How about green? New beginnings- a symbol of hope.
How crazy that it all makes sense not just to me, but it is something everyone agrees on without even questioning it. Yes, who are we even to question God's gift? It's as beautiful as it is.
Even crazier that it can also be a person- like the color Blue. I have my person who's my comfort and storm at the same time. My person whom I shared my sadness and joy with. My person who made me realize that we do not feel the color yellow all the time and it is okay. That it is okay to feel blue.
He's my Blue.
He's my different hues of Blue.
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They say every story has a beginning, a middle, and an end. But mine had two beginnings-two paths that twisted into a single, impossible knot. The first began with a notebook, a flash of gold glitter dropped in a crowded hallway, and a boy who looked like he owned the world. He made me feel wanted. He was thunder-an electric current that set every nerve ending humming. The second began with a single gold earring, the kind of thing you guard with your whole heart, and a boy who looked at me like he'd been waiting his whole life. He was a safe harbor, a steady calm in a world full of noise. I was caught in the middle. I never meant to lead them on, but the longer I stayed confused, the messier it got. Sooner or later, a choice would have to be made. And when it was, I wasn't sure my heart could survive being broken in two.
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