i used to think brown was an ugly colour. i often associated it with things like mud and rotting wood. in the end, i declared that brown was my least favourite colour.

but then i met you, the boy with brown eyes, and when i looked into them, brown was no longer ugly. i began to associate it with beautiful things like cups of coffee, sweet chocolate, and forests. i saw my life in shades of brown with you.

so what i’m trying to say is, your eyes are beautiful and brown is now one of my favourite colours.

—  about a brown eyed boy.