my favorite color was black
dark like the night sky
engulfing all the pain in this world
erasing all the things I didn't want to see
.
but you said your favorite was white
clean like the sheets on your bed
the start of a new canvas
the pureness of being able to evolve into anything
.
my favorite season was summer
reminds me of the period where I was free from responsibilities
careless, reckless, young
everything was temporary and beautifully fake
.
but yours was winter
it reminded you of warm living rooms
of homecooked meals, the checkered blanket
loving, comforting, warm
it reminded you of the ties with your family
.
I look at you and try to find myself in you.
in your past. in your present. and in your future.
yet, there is nothing that I can relate to you in.
.
like yin and yang, I found my missing half with you.
and I hope you feel the same way about me too