Nobody expects to come back from a devastatingly low point in their life. It usually feels like an infinite Black Sea the middle of your heart. I never thought I would come back from it. But I did. Because a certain person helped me through. His name, ironically, is Shadow. I say it's ironic because he's indefinitely a light in my life. However, at the same time he's just like a shadow: always there. I have no regrets when I'm talking to him, and every thought I have of him makes me smile. For a shadow, he's full of colors (I'm keeping with my theme here, in case you can't tell).

Dear you,

Your poetic ways of speaking remind me of the calm side of purple, and your jokes remind me of the bright, yet dark color it is. Despite the black-and-white jacket you always wear, blue never looked as beautiful as it does on you, centered around the windows to the soul. (In case you didn't pick up that common metaphor, I mean your eyes). Your down-to-earth vibe leaves me with the feeling of the green fields back in Tennessee. They're always so open, but so vacant. Like the yellow sun, you shine brightly into me and my life. You cast away the clouds hanging over my heart, leaving golden light. For me, the color orange is lucky. How will I tie this into you, you may ask? Well, simply like this: orange is lucky. And I'm lucky to have found you. Lastly, red is the color of blood. It's also the color of love. You are the one person who can make my urges to see blood on my own skin go away. Nobody else has ever been able to do that. Not even my dad. And you do that with love. I know love is a strong word and we haven't really said it, but I somehow know it's there. If not romantic, then platonic. Maybe a bit of both. But I know at least a little bit of love is there. You may not feel it. But I know it's there. Thank you for being my shadow. I know you'll never truly leave me.

Sincerely,
Me