I’ve had dreams of broken stars and purple skies, and I always wondered about their meaning. Years passed by, and then I met you. You told me that I am the yellow person of your life, bringing brightness and warmth. I treated you as the blue in my life, calm and steady. Sometimes, we forget about our dreams until they happen to us, and we feel a sense of déjà vu. You left me on a day when the sky was purple and told me you would always hate the color yellow after that. I am still stuck on the blue skies, looking at them with both excitement and pain. Bright and beautiful days remind me of you, so I make nights my friend.
How do we define love under a single definition when it’s ever-evolving and means something different to each of us? How do we believe that all heartbreaks feel the same? No two people will react the same way in the same situation. So when we look at the blue sky and say that it’s beautiful, all of us are saying it for different reasons. Some of us are afraid that it might turn purple, symbolizing change and loss.
Love and heartbreak are deeply personal experiences. The way we interpret colors, dreams, and emotions is unique to our individual journeys. When you called me your yellow and I saw you as my blue, it was our personal way of understanding each other. Now, every blue sky reminds me of what we had and what we lost. It’s a mix of joy for the memories and sorrow for the change.
As we navigate through life, our dreams, like those of broken stars and purple skies, shape our understanding of love and loss. Each experience teaches us something new, and though it might be painful, it helps us grow. So, when you see a blue sky and think it’s beautiful, remember that it’s okay to fear the purple, but it’s also important to cherish the yellow that once brought light into your life.