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5 years ago · 1 · How Can I Improve This, +1
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We stand face to face. Nothing being said because what could be said. We had talked about our futures, the state of the nation, and where I got my sparkling shoes. After all that there was still 5 more minutes till the bus arrived at my stop. I could have pulled out my phone, ignored you and pretend that I was receiving a call. I could have stared out the window losing myself in the maze of streets. I could of done a lot of things to end the conversation right there, I didn’t. The first question that came to mind rolled off my tongue.
“What is your favorite color?”
You give me that awkward look of confusion. Almost dumbfound that I would use such a question in normal conversation. Once again we are in stalemate, and once more I try to save the moment.
“Well you see I like the color Blue but not just any shade of blue. I’m very fond of baby blue. It was the color of the sky when I was ask to Prom, something I never believed would happen because I am “One of the Dudes”. We had gone out into the woods, admiring the flawless way the branches of each tree rested, the harmonization of dozens of birds, and the unmatched beauty of nature. I looked up to gaze upon the dancing clouds, and when my vision fell back to earth I saw a corny sign and a nervous boy. Of course I said yes and the world became brighter and the sky a bit more blue.
Many believe blue is a depressing color. A color that only comes with sadness and grief. That is where I disagree. Blue is the color of rain, the ocean, a baby blue whale, and my family’s big curious eyes. Color is what we make it, if we make blue sad then it will forever be sad. I refuse to let the rain that brings new life, the ocean with its bubbling seafoam, and the melodies of a whale to her calf to be seen as melancholy. The grief that loomed over my family during troubling times found no place in our eyes. For they are looking towards the future, full of hope, and blue.”
The bus came to a lurching stop, the doors opening with the release of air. You didn’t say anything, just looking at me. Had I said to much, had I gone to deep into such an arbitrary topic. The one person that could say watched me step towards the door, and then down to the curb.
As the doors began to close, I turned and our eyes meet. You smile and say “I like blue as well”.
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It's good! Maybe rephrase "the branches of each tree rested"
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