Brown meets violet.
Violet meets brown.
She is the moon, pure and holy.
He is the sun, strong and caring.
They are opposites.
They Argue.
They glare.
Insult each other.
In other peoples eyes, it is amazing that they are even friends, arguing so much.
But to each other, its a way of showing each other their feeling in their own
manner.
When they argue, its not with hate, but with worry, worry in each other.
When they glare, they put this protective shield around them.
The insults are not filled with hate ,but with humor and teasing.
There was never hate, but the opposite.
The moments were always good.
Until. . .
. . .They took his ray of light.
Just like that.
She was gone.
He couldn't see her.
She couldn't see him.
And for each other, it was painful, they had grown to each other,
The days lasted forever, his life suddenly going slower and slower.
He felt like he lost control.
But as he felt a strange feeling in his mind, when he turned around, his clock
sped up, and he welcomed her back,
The rain had stopped, and the sun had begun to shine brightly on his recently clouded mind.