Last November was purple, full of longing, ach…

Last November was purple, full of longing, aching hearts. Having found how I love myself best, fiercely and all at once, I was ready to love someone else. 
I was looking for somebody. 
This November I am basking in her beauty, and wrapping around her heart. She showed up the minute I stopped looking for anyone and hasn’t left my side since. This feels blue, pounding hearts and sharp inhales of emotion. This feels blue, tremendous and big, I can’t stretch my arms wide enough to wrap my limbs around this feeling. It sprays in every direction, getting in everyone’s eyes and we couldn’t care less. She is looking at me, and I want to melt into her bloodstream. She feels blue, eye of the storm. Calm, ready for everything this could possibly be.