You Are My Yellow

You are my Yellow—the color that slips through the cracks of my days, warm and soft, touching everything with quiet beauty. You are the reason I wake up with a little bit of hope tucked under my ribs, the reason I catch myself smiling at nothing in particular, lost in thoughts of you. You’re the light that dances on the walls when I’m too tired to move, reminding me that there is still softness in this world. You are my favorite song in the early morning, my favorite laugh in the crowded room, my favorite feeling when the world slows down and it’s just us.

To be your Yellow would be to wrap myself around your worries and chase them away, to be the one who holds your hand through the storm and pulls you back into the sun. I want to be the light in your dark moments, the warmth that seeps into your bones and makes you feel alive again. I want to be your safe place, the one who makes you feel at home no matter where you are. You make me believe that happiness can be simple and pure, that love can be bright and soft all at once.

You are my Yellow, my everything. The world is kinder when you’re around, and I wouldn’t trade that feeling for anything.