About twenty years ago, a boy moved into the house next-door. At first, he never said why he moved, but I was covetous of him. His house was way bigger than mine, and it was my favorite color, blue. My family was great too, but his family got him whatever he wanted, and they never left his side. It might sound odd, but every time he was around, the sky seemed bright, yet when he was away the sky was grey.

        As we got older, we became really close friends. We hung-out every day that we could. I wasn’t so jealous of him anymore; I was practically part of his family, and I spent most of my time at his house. When it was my sixteenth birthday, we went out on our first date. He told me one of his secrets, but we talked about so many things that day, including what just happened today. Remembering that secret makes me emotional to be wearing this dress.

–After that date, our relationship grew. All of the time we have spent together has led up to this moment–

        Today, is not my wedding day. Today isn’t the day he proposed. Today definitely isn’t the day that I had our twin boys. Today is the day that he became blue. Today, he met the sky. I found him at peace and I began to cry. Somehow, the sky was still blue and bright, but there were clouds. It wasn’t hazy out, and it wasn’t raining, but my vision was blurry because my eyes were pouring. Then, I was able to stop my tears. It isn’t about the clouds, it’s about what shapes you see in them.

        He had been sick for a long time. He moved to my town to be closer to his doctors. His family was always there to give him everything he wanted because nobody knew how much time he had left. On my sixteenth birthday, I wore the dress that I am wearing now, and he told me his secret of how he was sick. Remembering these facts put me at ease to know he was finally at peace. He always will remind me of my favorite color, the sky.

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*Kind-of an odd & sad story, but I hope you enjoyed it anyway!*