The deep and light blue

He was suddenly there—weightless and full of life. Being near him felt like cotton candy; his light nature made the seeds of my joy bloom.
With him, I felt alive—like a moth savoring every second of its existence before it ultimately fades away. Dopamine, serotonin, and adrenaline surged through my body the moment he laughed—a state of pure euphoria. His laughter illuminated every tunnel and every trench; it was a guiding light through my dark soul. It led me to the light in my heart, a light that had been extinguished long ago.
Talking to him felt like a dance—a dance between two lovers by the sea as the sun slowly bids farewell to the sky. I will never forget how he made me feel. With him, I felt weightless, as if I could glide over the highest mountains without fear of falling.
When I spoke with him, I forgot the veils of reason, lost track of time, and found myself in an infinite space. His energy was my fuel, and his eyes were the deep ocean—a reflection of his own depth. Behind all the laughter and lightness, a profound loneliness hid, waiting—just once—to be embraced.
I could see it, feel it, wanted to hold onto it, but he slipped away.
I lost myself in the energy he embodied. But in the end, only the feeling remained.
If I had to describe the feeling he left within me, it would be an endless floating through all seven colors of life.
It was him—him, with everything he was.