sevivinteen

for vivi.

The first time I ran into you, you were the epitome of calm chaos. The eye of the storm.

You wore a rain-soaked dress. It stuck to your knees. You twirled in a circle and for a moment, you seemed like a little girl. Not like sixteen— and now seventeen.

You were blue.

The thing is, you’ve never been a sad blue to me. You’ve always been like a storm, yes, but I love storms; I love rain; it is refreshing and feels like a thousand kisses from the sky.

You’ve always been like the ocean, yes, but I adore the ocean; it is my favorite thing; it is calm and vicious and deep and wide and understanding and kind and wholly itself.

You’ve always been like a sapphire, yes, but sapphires are more than cold rocks; they are the ring on my mother’s finger; they are the color of my eyes; they are like midnight turned corporeal.

You’ve always been blue. Like flowers, like freedom, like puddles, like birds, like berries, like gowns, like the night sky, like the color I wear most often. Blue is beautiful. Blue is you. Blue is not always sad, and neither do you have to be. When you are sad, because it does happen (and that’s okay), you can always reach out to me. I’ll send you as much yellow as you need and tint your life with a little green.

You are loved, Vivi, so much. So dearly. Happy seventeenth birthday. I hope it is just as wonderful as you are.

Sending you all my love, all the stars, and all the sunflowers,

your guardian angel.

🪽🌻

Soph