If colors were people, black would be a neat surgeon with delicate hands, with sharp timing and even sharper eyes

👍- If colors were people, black would be a neat surgeon with delicate hands, with sharp timing and even sharper eyes. White would be a newborn, free of guilt, with a heart so light and a soul so pure. Red would be a passionate football guy who screams at top of his lungs with every kick and whose mere presence ignites the place with a sweaty match analysis. Yellow would be that cousin who lived abroad, visiting every couple of years to shock you with his audacity and rudeness and bright clothes, but amusing you in ways nobody else did. Green would be a schoolmate you always avoided, but the time you accidentally spent recess together, you felt you belonged to each other since birth. Blue would be an aunt with her house doors always open, smelling of hearty meals and hot coffee. Purple would be a sophisticated college mate who plays chess and speaks in monosyllables, "umm" and "yes" and "no" being the only language he knows. Brown would be your older serious friend with strong eyebrows who got drafted into the army.

🖐️  - If punctuation marks were people, a dot (.) would be an ancient friend who all of a sudden decided that for some reason your friendship is not a right and had to stop immediately with no explanations and no ways of inquiry. A hyphen (-) would be that guy who explains inside jokes to outsiders and includes lonely people in his plans. A semicolon (;) would be your college professor, who never answered your question clearlys but instead left you with more curiosity. A coma (,) would be your first love, youthful and crazy but not enough for life, signifying that life is more and that nothing is ever enough. A question mark (?) would be a hopeless romantic, waiting answers from the stars as if they could talk back. An exclamation mark (!) would be the same hopeless romantic when she knew that the stars indeed talked back in ways only lovers understood. 

  🖐️- If shapes were people, a line would be a mathematics teacher, always definite and never late for a lesson, yet not that chokingly strict as natural lines never occur in nature. A triangle would be this shrewd teenager who always threw inappropriate jokes and smirky comments. A square would be his big brother, always trying to shush down his younger brother's vulgarity and shallow-mindedness. A rectangle would be a grandparent keeping his daily prayers yet easy enough to cuss you between your eyes with terrible insults like sharp arrows, a paradoxical entity on his own. An oval would be your older sister, always eclipsing your sorrows with her warm hands and your end of the month's poverty with her warmer twenty pounds. And a circle..with no end and no beginning..with points all equidistant from the center..would be us..an endless loop of love..for you'll always come back to me and I will always move forth to you.