Draw Me a Rainbow

I always see you in grey. Grey and black, of course (because we rebel and wear black pants instead of grey.) It brings out the blue in your eyes, which is silly and cliché but completely true and I don't know how I feel about that. 

You make me feel grey, too. Because I always promised myself I'd never fall for somebody like you, somebody who's greatest ambition in life is everything I don't want, but then I met you, and suddenly it's all so endearing. How is that even possible? 

Grey is the color that overwhelms me when I'm in bed at night, looking forward to seeing you next week but knowing that next summer, everything's going to be different.

You make me feel grey.

But you also make me feel red, and yellow- bright and happy and like there's nothing to worry about.

When somebody insulted me, I saw the protective side of you, I saw your red. I saw the way you looked at her, and then you looked at me, and I felt red, too.

I saw you in blue once. Jeans and a sweatshirt, and I was wearing black, and did you know I got up early that morning because I knew I'd be seeing you?

Black has a bad rap. Black makes me feel like I can take on the world.

(It's funny, because that's what you'll be wearing for the next two years.)

And even though this seems like the cliché story, the one that I'll write a blog post about at the end of the year, it's not that black and white. Maybe it'll all happen the way I imagine it, where you'll take me out and break your rules and I'll be seeing red for days. 

Rainbows aren't all red, though.

Rainbows need blue, they need those days that I listen to Ed Sheeran and I get mad at myself for tearing down my walls so easily.

They also need purple- those late nights when we're about to go home but all I want is one more hour, one more day, forever. 

I want it all. I'll take the good days and the bad days, the headaches from laughing too hard and from crying until I throw up. I want the red and the blue and every color in between, because that's what you are. You're a rainbow.

Is that cliché?

I don't care.