The color of awkward causes my heart to tighten. It is a color that can be seen in the little specks of light your eyes catch in between sight. Usually invisible, you can see it when you fart in a cramped elevator, on the tops of tables when you are listening to someone give a monotonous monologue about something useless at lunch, or when you see that someone you love holding hands with someone else.
It is not included in the rainbow, because that would have been very strange to know that God felt awkward about flooding the world.
It is not found in the Crayola box, because who wants to color anything with a crayon named Awkward Brown.
It is not seen walking around, because we hide those things behind black sheets of papers on magazine racks.
It is a joyous thing at times; but mainly it causes many to tuck their elbows and droop their heads because the one they love loves yet another and they don’t want anyone else to see the color because of the tears that are beginning to well.
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