Funny how often people offer their shoulder, more so than their arms. It’s almost as if they’re afraid of frostbite in their chest, of ice spreading through their bluer and bluer veins before reaching the heart and freezing it over. Or maybe they’re afraid of their warmth burning you. Perhaps some hearts melt because we build walls of ice around our souls, and force ourselves to feel cold to get used to the chills of loneliness.
But what happens when the walls of ice, the only surroundings we’ve known, melt? They turn into water, getting warmer and warmer and scalding the blue hands they slip through, leaving you with nothing but second-degree burns and vulnerability and no clue of what lies beyond the borders you’ve had for so long.
Naturally, if a pink hand appears out of the darkness to reach for your blue one, you’d flinch. What happens if your hand dares to feel and even become something new? What of the changes that would come about, what if it changes you? After all, you can’t find a good reason to let someone in if they’re just going to leave, no reason to take in something that can just as easily be taken from you.
Yet the pink hand continues towards yours, grasping your blue fingers. You can’t help but gasp at the shock of this new warmth, because their touch ignited a spark, and all of a sudden the world around you lights up and you can see so much more. Your fingers travel and intertwine with the pink, scared that they’ll disappear, but they only hold on tighter, healing your blisters and soothing your burns.
As the world lights up more, you see your first sunrise for what it is, and you notice that you are now neither blue nor pink. You are a soft, exquisite violet, more vibrant than you could have ever dreamed.
The warmth surrounds you now, blanketing you but not burning anymore, and you even find some coming from you too. And you can’t help but wonder why, before, you were so scared of such a beautiful sunrise.
Seeing the sun come back up now only gives you hope. It makes you stop fearing the deep, orange sunset because now you’ve found a fire in your soul to keep you warm, to shed light in the cold, desperate nights to come, with or without pink.
You don’t need to freeze anymore.