Blue.
I think I just met someone.
Someone whose name I don’t even know,
Someone whose age I don’t even know,
Someone whose favorite color I don’t even know,
Someone whose favorite food I don’t even know,
Someone whose favorite song I don’t even know,
Someone whose address I don’t even know.
I met him at the pool; he was wearing blue goggles (which happen to be my favorite color), and he was also wearing a black swimsuit with blue stripes on the sleeves.
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I think he’s a swimmer—I can tell by the way he swims; he’s really good at it.
We caught each other’s eyes—not just once, but many times. And that made me happy.
Ever since then, every time I see the color blue, it reminds me of him.
It was just a brief encounter that I’ll remember forever. I hope God gives us the chance to meet again, whether by chance or on purpose.
Hope to see you again, Mr. Blue.
