Black. It was a color she never used to like. She always thought it to stand for something evil. But that was before he changed her mind.
The black still stood dark to her, but not as unsettling as it had before. Black took on a calmer presences. He would use one hand to cradle her head when she needed comforting reassurance, and the other would pleasure her when she craved for dark chocolate.
She was finding herself to appreciate black. Her days changed into evenings when she enjoyed the darkness of the evening as a better view to the light of an afternoon that blinded her. When ordering ice cream she started deciding chocolate over strawberry. Smoothies and kool-aid slowly became coffee and hot chocolate when darker shades tasted so much bitter sweetly on her tongue…
She came to realizing that black wasn't so bad. It was quiet and mysterious till she came to the conclusion that she had to take the first step to getting to know it. Black was something good. It was simply misunderstood. And with enough love… it could love her back…
