“

I have no idea how he knows when I need him. We can go weeks without speaking, and then, when my blue moods threaten to turn black, he will show up and tell me my moods are:
azure,
indigo,
cerulean,
cobalt,
periwinkle—
and suddenly the blue will not seem so dark, more like the color of a noon-bright sky. He brings the sun.

David Levithan, The Realms of Possibility (via larmoyante)

(Source: larmoyante)