Time keeps on slipping, slipping, slipping, into the future.

Yellow
My favorite color.
It's happy.
It makes me smile.
The first time I told you how much I liked yellow
you thought it was kind of weird
because you like blue
and most other people like blue
or green
or purple
or something like that.
I'm not most other people.
Months later,
I told you how I smiled
every
single
time
I looked at my hands
and saw the yellow fingernail polish.
And you said
you smile too
whenever you see it
on your own fingers.
And I wondered;
is it because
the color yellow makes you happy, or
is it because
the color yellow makes you think of me?
I don't know.
Probably never will.
But I can pretend.

And it's no use chasing those fairy tales of yours.
and it's no use knocking on all those empty doors.

No use in pretending, but I do it anyways, because, well, it's all part of the teenage soap opera that is my life. How petty, how trivial, how useless... Yup.