brings the sun

by amy sharp


"I have no idea how he knows when I need him. We can go weeks without speaking, and then, when my blue moods threaten to turn black, he will show up and tell me my moods are 
azure 
indigo 
cerulean 
cobalt 
periwinkle 
and suddenly the blue will not seem so dark, more like the color of a noon-bright sky. 
He brings the sun."

— David Levithan