Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Reflect

“You know we don’t see color… it’s white light being reflected and absorbed.”

“Yes I know… I passed physics…”

At times he loved how random her thoughts were, but others could't figure them out.

“Well my white light is reflected by you…”

Her eyes caught his for a brisk moment, before they tore away and looked back outside the window.

“Oh…”

He had no idea how to say that’s how he felt too. “So I am your rainbow,” was the only words he could blurt.

“Sometimes you’re the absolute dark.”

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