When I asked you what your favorite color was,
It wasn’t randomly.
I wanted to know so I could paint the whole world with it.
Cold blue, you answered.
I thought of the sky, the stars,
I thought of the sea and the smell of the wild.
I thought of the first snow and honest laughter,
I thought of high mountains and fresh air,
I thought of life and everything we have to bear.
I thought of your smile,
I thought of you.
You’re the only thing that mattered,
And you still do.
Even though this unrequited love has been crushing my lungs,
I’m still hugging it fiercely like a mad person.
You still linger in this foolish heart of mine.
And every time I look above,
At this blue sky,
You’re the only thing that comes to mind.
So I smile.
And that’s how the cold blue has become the warmest color I’ve ever known.