There once was a boy who was blue

Oceans in his eyes and wet sand in his hair

He was broken

Hurt

And had no hope left in this hollowed out heart of his

Bouncing in came this five-foot-four little ball of sunshine

Radiating positivity like a plus sign

And vowed to be his best friend

For a lifetime

So up she went, to his side

And poked him

Poke.

“Ow. What the hell.”

Poke.

“Ow. Cut it out.”

Poke. Poke. Pokepokepoke.

He scowled at her grinning face, her cheeks glowing with color

“What are you trying to do, huh?” he squinted at her, shrugging her touch off his shoulder

She pointed at her effect on him

He looked at her and looked down at a yellow fire-spot in the center of his blue shoulder

Her eyes twinkled with something odd and she looked away as soon as he caught her gaze

She picked up his hand and smiled. He looked down and saw his fingertips

They were yellow

She laced her hand into his

He was cold to the touch, but she didn’t mind.

And over time, his arm

Shoulder

Entire left side of his body was yellow

And her?

She was yellow

And pink

Every time they locked eyes, their hearts would flash red and only the other person would see it

They were a weird force of nature. A magnetic force that attracted something far deeper than what was on the surface

No. No.

They were bound by something greater than they could ever comprehend

They were contrasts

Stark opposites

Different, but

Different together

Yellow and pink and with her she carried everything that was light

She reached into him and single-handedly brought out a pearl from the depths of him

Blue and yellow turned into a deep green and with him carried everything that was dark

He brought her down to his roots and taught her how to see in a darker room

It wasn’t always perfect

They never always stood within the lines

But somehow, they always understood

Together, they created a vast array of colors

They were

Red

Orange

And Yellow

Loving, warm and mellow

A dash of Green

And sometimes, a little Blue too

A little bit of jealousy never hurt anyone

But nothing they couldn’t get through

Even Violet and Indigo

Colors that mean purple, ya know

An army of paints

A mystery of colors

Dark and light

Black and white

Together, they created the rainbow

They balance each other

Why do you think it’s the first thing you see after a heavy storm?

Without knowing it, they collided and their relationship became one of the most beautiful things known to mankind

Their colors stretch across the sky, though not as bright every single time

Their love will always paint their way on every surface, though not visible every single time

It’s still there

No distance

Time

Weather

Or circumstance could ever keep them apart.

No matter what, they always find their way back to each other

They always find their way back