Glorious Colours

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Some time after breaking up with second love, I started making new friends again when I felt emotionally stable. I was only looking for friendship with others who may share the same interests. I can’t explain though why these friends were made up of men only. In my quest, I befriended a few. Some are older, some younger. Others are much older and yet others much younger. A few of them remain friends to today.

I got especially close to one just slightly older. I felt that as a friend, I could make a difference, and that he could make a difference in my life. I knew at least that friendship with him will never be boring. Even his name, which conjures an image of serenity, is a contradiction to the storm that is him.

From our friendship, I learned that deep down, no matter who we are, we all just want to be loved and accepted by others. When he did accept me into his life, I was flattered that such a colourful person could find me at all interesting.

The rest, as they say, is now history. It is history in all its glorious colours. I had wanted to be there with him, to reach our dreams together. We could have been a great partnership; if only we trusted each other enough to believe that the things we are unwilling to give up today do not interfere with our long haul commitment. In that sense, we failed each other. For that, I cried for both of us.

I do not yet know how these hues would further mix in the future. But I trust that the cycle will continue as certain as the sun rises everyday. The bright sunlight will be cloudy sometimes. Those days will be dark and gray. There will always be rain, sometimes it pours and sometimes gentle. There will be opportunities to enjoy the beauty of rainbows while the earth is refreshed by the rain.

The darkness of the nights can be suffocating, but there will be nights when the moon shines bright. Some rare nights, there would even be smiley face looking down on me. While other nights, the moon will be totally eclipsed.

I didn’t plan to fall in love, but fell we did, and the monochrome turned multicolour. Right now, these colours are blinding me. But I would not want a monochrome life. Let the colours come. In time, when the sharp edges are smoother, the beauty of life in multicolour shall live in my heart.
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