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Everyone in my family is colorblind.
Our outfit choices have been gently described as “whimsical;“
our living room walls are a design disaster;
as children, we colored the sky purple and the grass yellow
and when others told us we were wrong, we said,
“but why?”
How do you tell a child that her eyes are lying?There are truths that can be proven and truths that can’t.
When I was 16, I met a boy with paper skin and sky-colored eyes,
a being too soft and too unsteady for my questioning hands to handle.
When he left, my friends couldn’t understand why my answer to the question
“do you love him?” was always
“I don’t know.“
By 17, I learned the art of excusing the inexcusable and
the rarity of reciprocity;
by 18, I was knee-deep in maybe-loves,
surrounded by portraits of hearts I didn’t have the heart to hand out because
how could I be sure I was using the right colors?
On my 19th birthday, I woke up in the arms of a man I had just met.
His room was black and white.
I didn’t think I would be the one to run away from a challenge,
to accept what is easy instead of what I thought was right,
but simplicity is underrated.
When I tell my friends I might have feelings for him they say
loneliness can make a person settle;
how am I supposed to explain that I know there are no rainbows in this relationship
but at least I can see everything?On my sister’s wedding day, as I put the finishing touches on her eye makeup -
her chosen something blue -
she confesses all her fears.
“What happens if he is not the one?”
“How do you know your love will work with no proof?"
I don’t have an answer,
but after the ceremony, I overhear my sister and her husband in quiet conversation.
He looks at her eyes and says"You have always looks so beautiful in purple.”
Colorblind // J.S. (via whispersofstardust)
What we had burned for years.
Though when something new came along, we suddenly needed glue.You told me you hated the color of the sky.
Yet her eyes were blue.
Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue (via placiddream)
it’s easy to spot an angel you just gotta start telling a story in a group situation when people are too busy talking over each other to hear you. look for that one person who notices and makes eye contact and smiles encouragingly till you’ve finished talking– that’s the angel. same genus as that friend who, when everyone else is jokily slagging you off about something, notices that one comment has hit a nerve and subtly changes the subject or says something in your defence. these people are pure and go straight to heaven.
Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.
Mary Oliver
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