That Kind Of Woman: I think maybe that we see each other the same way someone once told me...

thatkindofwoman:

I think maybe that we see each other the same way someone once told me we all see colors. We see what someone else identified people as. Or at least described them that way. You know how the green you see may actually be red, or the way the sunset looks to you, with pinks and purples with orange may be your green, blues and yellows to someone who is standing right next to you.

I think I stare at you like a grey, a deep angry grey and someone else sees you as a mellow calm blue. You see me as a burgundy, but I see myself as a flushed blushy pink. But there is someone who sees me as a red. A deep irresistible red, with hints of that blushy pink I see myself, but with a shocking scarlet that stings and burns. 

We all may think we burn red to everyone, or maybe like a robin’s egg blue, but really, there is someone out there that sees you as a licking hot flame. 

We all just cross our fingers we see them as a searing red as well. Because I could have you and the next thing I know, together we make a mucky brownish green.