He was. I wasn't. She proceeded

Never let your crayons dull.

He was mysterious. The kind of mysterious that makes you sick to your stomach when you think about him, but also excites you. Much like teenage rebellion. He was engulfed in his own world. I must have meant a lot to him then. Everyone thought he was mean. Rough around the edges isn’t mean. His love for me wasn’t mean. So much compassionate that was diminished because mom and dad didn’t think so. People will talk but here’s the thing; everybody talks. Just like the Neon Trees said. He liked to hide his emotion, which in turn made me rely on false hope. I often read far too into things. The well just got deeper and I was at the bottom struggling for air. If he were a color, I believe he would be midnight blue. Just dark enough to still let light in. I was the light. I illuminated his presence. Which seems utterly conceited but that what I saw through him. If I were a color I would be lilac. Soft and innocent but not a primary color so I’m not a basic girl. So independent that it has its own name. It couldn’t be just light purple for I am far too complex to believe so.

Then she showed up. The woman of his dreams. The woman he thought he deserved. The one who acted just like his mother. The woman wasn’t me.

This surprised me because we often want to veer from our parents. My parents are wonderful. His not so much. Her parents were terrible. I could see what they were trying to escape but I had stability and I was already there, why not run to me. She was everything he could ask for. She was pliable, so she would change who she was to please him. Almost like a chameleon. He changed right before my eyes. (Maybe they were both chameleons). His color faded to grey. Very bland. No dimension. She was clear. What ever color he wanted her to be. Whatever made him happy, makes me happy. However, she doesn’t make me happy. Me, I couldn’t stand for that he’s not worth it, but my heart says he is. They say to never let anyone dull your sparkle, but what happens when they dull your color.

Now after many years, I’m yellow. I shine for myself. Maybe I’m even iridescent. Lilac and Midnight blue don’t go together but clear and grey go with everything. 

Author's Note

This is my very first story. I hope anyone who reads this will enjoy it. :)