I am a rainbow. “But, what if we were wrong all along? What if, after all the things we have done to keep the fire alive, our perceptions and expectations about it were all wrong? What if after all the things we did to climb to each other’s burning mountains, it wasn’t burning after all? What if our thread… was not red from the very beginning?” You were yellow, and you love grey. They were orange and blue at the same branch, and they all loved and have always loved the color of red; love. But it was not burning as they expected. But the branch they were walking onto was not that firm as they expected it to be. But orange does not fit them at all. And blue does not look good in them. Neither to him. Neither to me. And most of the time… I have always wished I never touched our strings and thought it was red. I have always wished I called it what it really was. And the rain wouldn’t have to come. I was too young… He never thought of that, but I always do.