The worlds (The dream and
reality) once asked us what our favourite colour was, we looked back them like
they were fools, then we looked at each other and laughed and at the same time
we said “grey of course”.
You see for us grey was
our end game when we entered this amazing thing that we have and found love,
grey would be our promise to each other to keep going on, our bond our healing
balm in the hurricane speed of life it would be our calm place and our song.
Grey would help us whether the storms of life and deserts patches of
relationships. There were moments when we had the red the passion, the love
making, deep tongue kissing, slow dancing surprise romancing and even heated
fights when words that are to take back were spoken, but it was the grey that
showed up in moments when “we don’t know if we will make it but we keep it
pushing babe I got you and you got me and that’s all that we know while we walk
in the dark
Yeah we had the pink to
cuddles, random kisses, eye contact which was conversation with no words, I could
create magic for you simply because you believed, you could jump knowing I would
catch you that young braggadocios love, as always grey was there when the coin
flipped and both of were half crazy when we had our first baby and were two
young adults trying to figure it sleepless nights and meaningless fights, grey
held us down together in the business of life, you got the promotion and I was
on tour changing location but the grey never let BB kings “ the thrill is gone”
get to strong, somewhere in the grey was the red and the pink just not so
visible, it was grey love that held up the ship when we were threaten by life
that we could sink.
Of course there was the
green when the adventure had just started, I loved to explore your body…
anytime I could I think I got a PHd in it lol. You became my study as i delved into
your mind I never fully understood it but I got it… being a master Historian of
your past but not allowing it to affect our future was a challenge I can’t lie,
it didn’t always work, but we were so determined for our own story we bleed a little
bit but we arrived at glory, luckily the grey was there when the insecurity of
aging popped its ugly little head up, grey sat us down our school master and
taught us how to evolve together, grey reminded us to speak to each other in
right love language not to speak at each other but to each other. To know each
other seasons, to give each what we needed in that season not what we wanted to
give out of selfishness and fear…funny enough in the grey we were the closet
purest honest vulnerable versions of ourselves and felt good… in the grey we
were one flesh one bone.
So when I look in the
mirror and I see grey hairs I smile because I know we did the hard yards, in
the grey are all colors you just can’t always see them there no white because it
wasn’t always pure, there no black because it wasn’t always dark, the is pink
red yellow brown all mixed up so good you just grey… Grey was the promise when
we started this thing to grow old and grey together grey was our end game …
Hypothetically
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