Hues of your heart

I squinted at the sight of the bright sky and let out a sigh, inhaling the smell of nature. The sweet scent of grass calmed my nerves as I admired the sound of the leaves swaying in the gentle breeze. It felt like I was back home. Seated on the grass, I allowed myself to relax, taking in the picturesque scenery around me. Each click of the camera captured the beauty of nature. Then, unexpectedly, a cold juice box was gently pressed against my face, startling me. As I turned to see who had surprised me, I was met with the sight of a tall, masculine figure whose face was half-hidden by the sun's glare, revealing only his tousled, coffee-colored hair. He extended an orange juice and I accepted it, hoping he would say something, but instead, he just walked away, leaving me with confusion. Weird... At first, I was skeptical, until I noticed a letter attached to the juice box. I gently placed the camera and the juice down, leaving only the letter in my hand. I read the sentence once, twice, and then repeatedly... "You remind me of a box of crayons, in every hue, there's you." Confused, I looked behind me to ask him what was the reason for this... this letter, but he had vanished like a bubble. What the hell? I glanced back at the letter. I found the handwriting to be elegant and refined, like an old-fashioned love letter. The blue paper – my favorite color, adorned with butterflies and a chrysanthemum, held a distinct charm. It was as if the butterflies were making their way to the chrysanthemums, creating a beautiful visual narrative. I still couldn't wrap my head around this strange guy. His presence was... familiar and this letter, I heard this somewhere before Box of crayons, huh? Confusion fills my head; questions are left unanswered The sound of the breeze hitting the grass fills the silence. I admired the letter but also questioned the meaning and the mysterious guy behind it •·················•·················• Have you ever wondered what it feels like to receive a love poem? Sometimes, I find myself reflecting on the concept of receiving kind words in sweet sentences that create a warm, cozy paragraph. I pondered the idea of someone being deeply in love with me, to the extent that they felt compelled to express their love through a carefully crafted letter, making it seem like a reminder that I am what colors their smile. Q . A . L