The Colors of Love

I am not dead! (For those of you who were wondering...) I'm truly sorry that I haven't posted/updated anything in a while now, but I'm just SO cramped with all of my tests, homework and projects. Not to mention, I've been experiencing a major case of writer's block.

Moving on...this is just a cute, fluffy little one-shot at I came up with somehow...Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Phineas and Ferb...but I sure wish I did...

Some say they can feel love. At least, the love in the air.

Others claim to hear love, sneaking up behind them, waiting to attack at the right moment.

Select few even say to have tasted love. Though, most of the time, they're referring to the love put into making food.

And someone even once told me they've smelled love. However, I think they confused it with the other person's cologne or perfume...

But I, see love.

I experience it. I treasure it.

Because not everyone gets to see what I do...

The way I look at it, sounds strange to most. But that's cause they don't know what it's like.

It's warm and comforting. It's just...undescribable...

I remember, when we were younger, his eyes would sparkle when he'd get inspired, and he would cry out, "Hey Ferb! I know what we're gonna do today!" That's when, his creativity shines, and I am engulfed by orange around me.

And when I'd point out a rare flaw in his design, and he would turn towards me with an innocent look upon his face, I could swear he'd glow white...

And every time he'd smile, the yellow seems almost unbearable. Yet, soothing at the same time.

And one day, when he announced that his invention was a surprise, the backyard, for a sliver of a second, flickered purple.

But when his obliviousness blinds him, and he time and time again fails to notice me, I feel a whole new sensation of blue.

And when I happen catch him talking to other girls in the hallway, I burn green.

However, when he pulls me close, and whispers in my ear that I'm the only thing he'll ever want in the world...it's as if I magically turn into gold.

And when he tucks a piece of hair behind me ear, and calls me stunning, I blush silver.

And when one day, he took my hand, and offered to walk me home, the pink tingly sensation only continued to grow.

And when he'd grasp my shoulders, and pull me into a long, reassuring hug, I feel safe, and brown.

Or, when he'd stroke my hand, and I would rest my head on his shoulder with closed eyes, I'd see patches of indigo, dancing across my mind.

But when he'd raise his voice, and I would yell back...the red tension between us, is deadly.

And when I'd throw a tantrum, and start to throw things around my room, (only to be followed by sobs)...the black is terrifying.

And when we ignore each other, and silence is all I can hear, the grey overwhelms me...

Though, when he grabs my wrist, and his lips crash into mine as he whispers he's sorry...I explode from color overload and a rainbow of love surrounds us. So that everyone can see, the colors of our love...

Awwwww...

(And NO, Isabella's not synesthetic! She just has a different way of looking at things...)

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