I’ve thought of this long and hard.
If I had to pick a color to describe you I wouldn’t be able to. You are two. Orange and Blue.
I meant for this to be a poem, but I’m not good with words or stucture. I decided I’d do what I do best and ramble as I struggle to explain my thoughts.
You are Orange, warmth and happiness. I felt safe and warm in your embrace.
Yet you are also blue, cool and calming. Looking into your eyes always made me feel at ease.
You have the wisdom of blue, with the enthusiasm of orange. You know so much about so many things. Whenever you spoke of your interest I couldn’t help but fall more in love with you. Your voice was always so excited and your face lit up every time you spoke of your passions.
Although you display the spontaneity of orange, always seeking an opportunity for swashbuckling, I’ve come to know you so well that I can see you have blues predictability.
Orange is friendly and blue is the universally most like color. You never seem to struggle at making new connections with people. Everyone always seems to like you.
Blue is the color of truth and I’ve never known anyone as honestly as I’ve known you.
Orange is said to be rejuvenating: bring back balance into our life. I never felt more complete then when I was with you.
You carry yourself with all the authority of blue. Always appearing so confident.
Orange isn’t afraid of exhibitionism. You don’t seem to mind attention either, but you’re more blue in this area because you do not like confrontations.
Orange and Blue look good on me. They highlight my features. You brought out a side of me that I was so afraid to show for so long.
I wish I could write down my thoughts better so you could see just how much these colors mean to me. So you know just how important you have been in my life. So you know how terribly aweful it hurts to have to let you go.
I don’t know if you’ll ever see this, but I hope you do. I hope it brings you some kind of peace knowing that I don’t hate you. Knowing that I loved you so much that I wrote about you.