Yellow. in young, dumb, and in love (with everything)

I don’t know if you’re my forever, but I wouldn’t mind if you would be. You’re my yellow; you brighten up every one of my days, you shine a light on my life, you make me happy, you make me feel warm, you make me laugh and smile. It’s like everything else disappears when I’m with you, and everything is yellow. Coincidentally, it’s both of our favorite colors.
You just add so much color to my life.
Your smile is like the song stuck repeating in my head day in and day out; the little bit of hope I’m holding to. Yesterday on the drive home you kept smiling and it was the sweetest, most beautiful thing, especially because I knew I was the reason.
I’m trying not to fall for you. I’m trying not to miss you. I’m trying not to love every. little. thing. about you. But I can’t help myself. I want you, I want it to be you in the end. I’m not ready. I’m scared. I’m fragile and broken. You’re the only person I want to let my guard down for. I want to love you even though I’m trying not to.
I’m trying really hard to stay strong, to stay stubborn, but you melt me completely, until I’m a puddle in the palm of your hand. I’m lost in your eyes, yet you found me. You make me lose track of time, my train of thought, you make my heart skip beats and somehow you put butterflies in my stomach.
You’re neon yellow; you’re exciting and thrilling, you’re bright and the only thing I can focus on when you’re near.
You’re pastel yellow; you’re soft, thoughtful, considerate, sweet, and gentle.
You’re a warm yellow; full, rich, and remind me of so many of my favorite things.
Little do you know, you’re one of them.
You’re all the yellows.