Monday, 6 May 2013
07:04:41 PM (GMT)
I have always associated blue with happiness.
Blue... the color of the sky, or that pair of jeans that fits perfectly. The color of
your shadow on a warm summer night. Or the color of the TARDIS, of Sherlock's scarf,
of Cas' tie, of Bilbo's sword, Sting, of Tony's arc reactor, and Steve's suit. I've
always found peace in the color, and I used to have to go out of my way to find the
perfect blue. I don't have to anymore. It's you. Your eyes. They are the
perfect blue. All I have to do is look at you, and I'm okay; I'm content.
I look at you, and I'm home.