When you love the people in your world, a little rainbow burrows in your eyes and it changes the way you see every word, every world.
Some days you might love so much that your eyes prism, and you can barely find your way.
Some days all that light blinds you and holds you in place, but you have to kindle the colors anyway, because–
some days, sometimes–
people look you straight in the eye.
And when they do, they need to know you love them, hard enough to shake a rainbow from even the grayest cloud.