Red is no accident. It is stunning on purpose. It shocks, titillates, intimidates and invites all at the same time. The hue of beauty, life, power and heat.
Red. The perfect color for love.
My life used to be cast in greys. There were only shadows and charcoal. The world I knew was structured and cold, ordered and still, static and pale. I was living but not alive. Not really.
That was before Heather found me. She changed all of that.
Heather showed me red.
Heather is a rose among ashes. She transcends her environment. A catalyst. Her laugh infectious, her eyes wild, her touch intoxicating.
Kinetic. Untamed. Dangerous. Red.
She is the paragraph you read again and again. Expertly crafted. A woman who smiles like she knows a secret, sighs like she's listening to music, kisses like it is forbidden. She is hypnotically imperfect, her only flaws self-inflicted to maintain mortality.
She doesn’t just color with red – she seems to create it.
My life changed when fate let me love her. It changes every day when she loves me in return. I thought women like Heather only existed in Hemingway novels. But she exists every day in my home and every night in my dreams.
Heather did for me what no one else ever could, she chased away the grey.
So, Happy Valentine’s Day, Heather. Thank you for showing me red. You stop traffic, you warm my soul, you course through my veins. With every beat of my heart, I love you.
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