its blue. its green
2028.
27.
The year of love.
The year we begin our forever.
The date is still a little fuzzy — but the feeling isn’t.
The journey feels certain.
I am single.
I am happy.
I am whole.
Ready for you.
Not rushing.
Not anxious.
Just… waiting. Happily.
Not waiting from a place of lack.
Not counting days.
Not asking when.
Just… here.
Living. Becoming. Softly waiting for you.
Finally an open book. A sleeve-heart wearer.
Someone you can look within and see — fully.
And I won’t be afraid that you’ll turn away.
Because for so long, I was.
Afraid that if someone truly saw me…
truly knew me…
they might…
And that was enough for me to hide.
I love listening to music — the kind that stays with you long after it ends.
I love watching movies in theatres, feeling everything all at once.
I crave chocolate on my crimson days.
I love alfredo pasta more than I should admit.
I could talk about BTS, CORTIS, and music all day.
I love affirmations.
I love being called — hearing a voice.
Surprisingly, I don’t love texting anymore.
Somehow… it feels emptier now.
But I love long conversations.
I love listening.
I love understanding.
I love silence.
I love quiet.
I love calm.
And I’ve learned — I really don’t like miscommunication.
Not anymore.
Silence where understanding should be makes me feel distant in ways I can’t explain.
So I’ve learned to value clarity… even when it’s hard.
Now I don’t mind disagreements.
They don’t scare me.
They feel honest.
They mean depth —
two people trying to understand each other better.
two hearts learning each other better.
Not breaking… but building.
And somehow… that makes love stronger.
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I’ve learned reality.
To see things as they are,
not as I wished they would be.
I’ve learned humility too.
That one broke me a little… but in the right way.
These are some of the pieces of me I’ve found while waiting for you.
Crazy, right?
And now
I feel blue.
Not the heavy kind of blue —
but the deep, steady kind.
The kind that feels like calm… like I can finally breathe.
I feel calm.
I feel green.
Like I am slowly growing toward you —
softly, quietly, without even knowing your name.
I feel you.
It’s strange — feeling someone you don’t know.
Even stranger, knowing someone you’ve never seen.
But it is comforting. Reassuring.
Knowing I will eventually meet you.
The time doesn’t matter.
You don’t chase the aurora.
You wait for it.
You meet it.
At the right place.
At the exact time.
That’s what we are.
An aurora.
Rare.
Precise.
Quietly breathtaking.
Blue and green.
Calm and growing.
Slowly, quietly… moving toward each other.
And when I finally see you —
I will know.
It will click.
Not loudly.
Not dramatically.
Just a quiet, steady knowing —
it’s you.
And until then…
this is my reassurance.
My turquoise —
the quiet happiness I’ve found in my singleness.
