Permanently Blue For You

I remember I once really secretly liked this guy who I had never even spoken to. And then one day I was sitting in the bus and drive past him while he was walking hand in hand with his girlfriend. I never knew he had one.
For a moment the world stopped. What I saw froze before my eyes and everything turned blue. The girls soft curls on her shoulders. His smile and worn out jeans. Everything.
All that I had inside of me was this deep pure real honest sadness. And it was beautiful.
I didn't want the moment to ever end.
It was the most beautiful thing there is in the whole world. It was perfect. You had real love on one side of the street and real sadness on the other and wet asphalt in between.
There weren't any ugly emotions or feelings like depression, anger, agony...nothing like that.
Just my sadness that painted the whole world beautiful. I wished to stay permanently blue for him. But I didn't. The next second the bus drove round the corner and everything was over. Then all the bad emotions which I mentioned earlier finally came.

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I forgot to write before how last week when I was going to the library I sat in the bus and there was an older lady sitting next to me. She was about 50-60 years old and very elegant and lovely.
So there we sat and we both looked out of the window. And suddenly I noticed she was crying. But silently. And she didn't want anybody to see. She wiped the tears off very discreetly.
I thought that if she started crying harder, then I'd take her hand into mine.
And I looked down at her hands, one was over the another. And I noticed how very similar they were to my grandmothers hands. You know they say you can always tell the age of a woman by her hands. Anyway, they looked exactly like my grandmothers' and I just couldn't help it. I felt burning tears gather in my eyes.
So there we sat, me and her, both silently crying. Little salty tears running down our cheeks. My smooth and her wrinkled ones.
Then a woman came on the bus and stood right in front of us and I could see the surprise in her eyes. She probably thought me and the old lady were related and somebody we knew had died.
Soon we all went off the bus and that was it. I don't know why the old lady had cried.

I think that love makes us all permanently blue. And it is beautiful. Blue is the sky and blue is the sea and blue are my fathers eyes and the forget-me-nots.

Blonde Mafia Ganja Island