"mads, what do you think of, well our love?" he nervously blurts out. "when i think of our love, hmm. well that's easy. blue. " i say in a matter-of-factly tone. "blue?" he says questions me. he looked down at his feet confused, then lifts his head up. his eyes sparkle in the night sky, his eyes pleading that we go on with our conversation. he really does care what i think about us. " yeah " i say confidently " don't you?" "i was thinking more pink or red " he remarks as he caresses my hand with his thumb making little circles. " well you're basic then" i giggle, leaving awkward silence to fill in the void. i look down at his hand as he continues to rub the front of my hand, but i continue on. " i see our love as the color blue, because my love for you is as bright & deep as the Pacific Ocean" i add. " hmm blue i like that " he laughs and pulls my head to his shoulder. i place my head on his broad shoulders as he rubs my head slowly making me drift off to a slumber.