although it's against his book to interlock hands, i see our favorite colors embrace in the evening sky.
his is yellow now. i didn't find that out until recently.
after meeting him again, i have basked in my growth. i am not the same. he is not the same either.
but difference is good. he always said yellow reminded him of my energy.
you can hate a situation so so much, yet deep down know it's right with the circumstances. this is exactly how i felt when we parted.
i pray the circumstances are in our favor the second time around.
This is a raw excerpt from before I got into poetry but basically I wrote about the red string theory and the differences of dating someone before and after he converted to Islam. spoiler from older me: the circumstances worked against us but most definitely in our separate favors thank God
