Turquoise

There’s that cliche question that people ask, What’s your favorite color?”. I didn’t get to ask because it came up in conversation like a shining light. Turquoise,he said with so much glow in his face. “You really are good at colors,for that to be your favorite one, I said. I can’t say I really knew what the color was at first mention. You know I’m a village girl; there’s really so much variety I can handle. Don’t frown yet; it gets interesting. I learned very fast that it’s a color I’m actually familiar with, but in a totally different way. This is a story for another day. Today we talk about its effect. It has grown on me; I have even given it a pronoun,he. I have learned that he’s calming in the most beautiful way. I have learned that he gives me joy—more joy than I can write about. I have woken up to beautiful texts, and I have never felt anything like it. I have learned that this girl can lose and be happy about it. Oh, I have won, and I couldn’t stop bragging about it. It was very out of character for me. You would say that I have changed, but really, I haven’t. The color brings out the best in me. I have seen parts of me that I hid for so long come out blazing. I am just me, and it gives me so much peace. Today I wrote about this because I don’t know how else to appreciate this color. I don’t know how else to say thank you for coloring my world. I don’t know how else to say I appreciate that I walked this part. Though it took daring the wild to get here, I am glad I did. Nobody knows what tomorrow will bring; we don’t even know what the next hour will bring. So I have taught myself to say what I feel and what I truly believe. For the beautiful color turquoise,you color my world. You’ve shown me that it’s okay to be me. I know it’s not about the color anymore. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.