Colour Of Love Novels & Stories

Kulay puti gaya ng buhangin, hue ng yellow, orange at pink para sa magkakasalong liwanag ng palubog na araw, berde para sa mayayabong na punong nagdadala ng preskong hangin, light to dark shade ng kulay blue para sa malinaw na tubig ng pool at dagat, kayumanggi para sa kahoy at itim para sa rock formation. Nakakalula! Sobrang perfect ng lahat! Hindi ko na napigilan ang pagluha ko nang marinig ang pamilyar na liriko sa magkahalong tunog violin at piano. Intro pa lang! Alam na alam ko nang Daylight by Taylor Swift iyon.

Hindi niya namalayang nakangiti na pala siya. Bakit kaya siya nito binigyan ng ganitong bulaklak? Hinanap niya ang telepono at hinanap sa internet kung ano ang ibig sabihin niyon. Napaawang siya ng labi nang mabasa ang sinisimbolo ng Camellia. Love, affection at admiration ang sinisimbolo ng bulaklak na iyon. Kulay pink ang ibinigay nito sa kan'ya. Ibig sabihin nami-missed siya nito? Bakit? Parang hindi naman sila nakatira sa iisang bubong. Napailing siya.

Naghahanap pa siya ngayon ng color pink na damit dahil gusto raw ni Sloane na mag-matchy silang dalawa. Kapag may nakakita siguro sa kanya na katrabaho niya na naka-color pink siya ay tatawanan siya nito. Black na kasi ang paborito niyang kulay ngayon, bagay na bagay sa vibe ng trabaho niya. Minsan naman ay Red kung saan ka-kulay ng dugo na nasasaksihan niya tuwing may misyon siya. “Wow, you look cute, sweetheart!” Sloane shrieked in excitement.

I murmured. I lowered my kisses to her navel habang unti-unting ibinababa ang underwear niya. And damn. Pakiramdam ko lalong nag-init ang loob ko matapos makita na suot-suot niya ay isang thong panty na kulay pula. "Do you like the red color?" I can't help but ask. Whenever we make love, her underwear, although a different design, is still the color red. "Nagkataon lang..." sagot niya sa akin.

sabi ko at agad tumungo sa isang gilid para magsulat at magplano. Wear the mask according to the the status of your love life: Red = Taken White = Single Black = Broken Hearted Blue = Complicated Pink = Open relationship Violet = Ready to mingle Inaprubahan naman ito ni Winnie kaya naman agad akong nag-print ng ilang kopya.

Sinulyapan ni Cherry ang gown na dala ni Cherry, the gown is on full display, it is laying on the bed. The color red has various meanings and representations across different countries and cultures, but technically, red associated with passion and love. Red often linked to romantic love. It also represents power and strength as well as bravery. Tama si Cherry, hindi niya hahayaan na agawin ni Bella si Alexander.

“And Mitch’s choice sounds like a Valentine’s Day promo.” “How dare you?!” himutok ni Mitch. While Donya Isabella calmly sipped coffee. “Hmm… maganda namang kulay ang burgundy at navy blue.” Hannah nodded “Actually, bagay silang dalawa! Burgundy and navy blue create a beautiful contrast—warm and bold meets cool and elegant. Pwede nating idagdag ang champagne gold para may soft, sophisticated touch.” Napatango si Mitch “Hmm… sounds nice. Pero gusto ko talaga ng deep red roses sa bouquet ko.”

“Hindi ko alam kung ano ang problema mo pero once you’re in love, you will see those colors again. You will see the world colorful again.” “Hindi lang pagka in love sa tao ang sinasabi ko ah. Maraming bagay na pwede kang ma in love, Nico. In my case, I found my passion and fell in love with it. That's why everything is so colorful in my eyes. You can also be in love with yourself. You can be in love with everything. Maliit na bagay man o malaki.” Nakangiting saad ko. “We’re not even close but why do you tell me these things?”

“Eu te amo, roxo.” “I understand that ‘eu te amo’ that you said…” she giggled, “but what is roxo, Trace?” “Roxo means purple. That is what I will call you from now on. You are my roxo.” "Why roxo? I mean I don't get it… Why will you name me purple?" "Your eyes change colors when I am kissing you, what more if I—" "Oh, stop!" She placed her hand on my lips to stop me from speaking. "Oh, God…" she blurted.

Muling tiningala ni Daphne ang mural. ‘Los Colores De Mi Amor.’ That the name of Jett’s work. A bitter smile formed in her mouth. It was the color of a love that was not meant to me. The color of their love. A love that has long been dead. A love that only exist… in memory. Muling bumaling si Daphne kay Jett. She wanted to look at him one last time before she walks away. Subalit sa pagkakataong iyon, nagtama ang mga mata nila ni Jett.