One of Life’s Best Kept Secrets

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I met a man I did not like.

All I saw was his stoplight red against my bighearted blue.

Then, he told me his story.

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My blue disappeared.

His red parted.

I saw a way forward.

He had struggled.

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He was still struggling.

Just like me.

As we shared stories, red and blue disappeared.

Replaced by yellow warmth.

This didn’t make us friends.

Not yet.

But it’s kept us from being enemies.

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