Blue suits me

Blue suits me.

Don’t get me wrong — I love pink.

But blue really suits me.

Maybe not the color itself, but the thought of it.

Blue calms me sometimes.

It grounds me sometimes.

It makes me knock back into reality.

It makes me stop daydreaming, finally open my eyes, and really be here — really live.

It makes me feel alive, and at the same time, completely dead.

And maybe that’s why blue suits me.

I think I need blue every now and then.

As far as my imagination goes, I tend to get lost in it. So yes, a little blue is needed sometimes to bring me back to earth.

And still, even while standing on the earth, I can

look up and see that shining blue.

I need it, but I can’t stay with it for too long.

I don’t see it as a long-term thing for me.

Maybe something casual.

Maybe a situationship with blue.

Maybe just one really beautiful date that I’ll always remember.

Ah, that one was romantic.

I loved it.

A memorable date, yes — but not forever.

I don’t want to know what blue does at home.

I don’t want to know how we’d grow old together, how many children we’d have, or what my future with blue would look like.

I don’t want to get into all that.

But yes, every now and then, a little blue suits me