13/04/2026
๐๐๐ง๐๐ฅ๐๐ฅ๐ฌ | What Does Blue and Yellow Make?
For a start, it certainly doesn't make blellow. We know that much.
We'd honestly laugh at questions like that. The kind with obvious answers that you'd answer with sarcasm. The kind you donโt even think about because you justโฆ know. Blue and yellow make green. Simple. Done.
Yet it's strange how something so simple can start to feel unfamiliar later on. Not because the answer changed, but because of how we define something as we continue to live out our lives.
It is a constant to think that if things were meant to be, they would naturally become something beautiful. That they would always blend, always work, always turn into something new.
๐๐๐ ๐ป๐ผ๐ ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐๐๐ต๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐บ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐๐ ๐ถ๐ ๐บ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ป๐ ๐๐ผ ๐ฏ๐น๐ฒ๐ป๐ฑ.
Sometimes, it simply lets them exist side by side. Close enough to be seen together, but never close enough to become one.
๐ฆ๐ผ, ๐๐ฒ ๐๐๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ ๐ถ๐บ๐ฎ๐ด๐ถ๐ป๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ผ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป๐ ๐๐ผ ๐ฐ๐ผ๐ฝ๐ฒ.
"๐๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐๐จ."
What if there was a version of this story where it worked? Where the world was kinder, where distance didnโt learn our names, and where misunderstandings never became endings?
In that version, blue and yellow wouldnโt stay separate. They would finally become greenโsomething that feels like it was always supposed to exist. Something that works. Something allowed. Something that stays.
But not here. Not in this one. Because not everything becomes a lifetime, some things just feel like one.
Maybe that is why I think of you sometimes. Not as a failure, but as an "almost" that exists in this lifetime. As something that existed beautifully for a moment in my lifeโso real it almost convinced me it would last, even if I knew that I would be the one that would fail to catch you.
Like the stories I continue to rememberโpairs that everyone believed in: Cho and Cedric, Amihan and Ybrahim, Frieren and Himmel, Maine and Alden, and Bianca and Willโfamiliar pairs that we rooted for without question. Blue and yellow characters, standing beside each other in every scene, every frame in the filmโฆ and yet they were far from being the "endgame." Not because they lacked love, but because the story simply wasnโt written in their favor. Stories that have taught me to accept that some things are not meant to be forced, not when ๐ช๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ๐ถ๐ด๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ.
๐ฆ๐ผ ๐'๐น๐น ๐น๐ฒ๐ ๐ถ๐ ๐ฏ๐ฒ. ๐๐ณ ๐ป๐ผ๐ ๐ถ๐ป ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ ๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐น๐ฑ, ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ป ๐บ๐ฎ๐๐ฏ๐ฒ ๐ถ๐ป ๐๐ฃ๐ค๐ฉ๐๐๐ง.
For now, I'll stay here. In this version, I'll stay awake from a ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฎ. Even if it means I would spend a lifetime waiting.
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ถ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ด ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ถ๐ฆ.
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ด ๐บ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ.
๐๐๐ฅ๐๐ง๐๐ฉ๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ซ๐๐จ๐๐๐ก๐.
Literary | Eunoia Lens
Layout | Cailyn De Guzman
