Pink, red, and black.
Pink. It's her favorite color, her main color in the group.
It's the color of my cheeks when she makes me the exception, and the color of hers when somebody points out that she's always so touchy with me.
It's the color of a blossoming friendship, one that I wish could turn into something more.
It's the fluttering feeling I get when I see her from the corner of my eye. With her mouth open wide, unapologetically laughing at something undoubtedly hilarious said by a close friend, probably Sana.
It's the embarrassment I feel when Chaeyoung teases me about my obvious crush.
It's the blush I try to hide when she catches my stare and the blush I miss while I'm looking down.
It's the color of the flowers I give her on our first valentine's day, accompanied by a classic box of chocolates and a teddy bear. Butterflies swarm in my stomach. I'm inexperienced when it comes to dating, so I'm not sure what to do.
It's the amusement on her face as I stutter out my confession, my nerves getting the best of me.
It's the tenderness in her eyes as she gives me a look of understanding, the smile on my face when she says yes to me.
It's in the sunset as we walk home together, the color of cotton candy clouds in various hues and shades. There's a sense of hesitation as my hand bumps hers, but I manage to interlock them together and to my satisfaction, they fit.
It's the feeling of ecstasy. I'm so happy I could fly.
It's how lucky I feel in that moment. I hope she feels just as happy as I do. I hope I can make her happy.
It's the cherry blossoms that fall from the sky during our date, strawberry ice cream sweet on my tongue.
It's the affection I feel as my heart swells in my chest when she looks up at me with doe eyes.
It's the shy looks we give each other and then the quickening of our pulses during the kiss she leaves on my lips, as sweet as the ice cream, if not more.
It's her soft voice asking for another kiss and it's the gentle way I oblige.
It's the promise we make and intend to keep.
It's the literal physical weakness that I have for her. I would do so much for her if she asked, if she would just ask.
It's how playful she can be when it's just us two, alone in the comfort of our room, tickle fights less than completely innocent.
It's the feeling of contentment that washes over me when she snuggles up to me, when we are in each other's arms.
It's the relief that comes with the acceptance when telling my parents. I know I probably could have done it alone, but she is there for me every step of the way nonetheless.
It's the promise that she makes to stay by me through thick and thin.
It's how I take that promise to heart, how secure her words make me feel.
It's the thought in my mind, one that has been nagging me for a while, one telling me that this feeling is definitely forever.
Red. It's the color of a more romantic side, one we seem to have developed over the course of our relationship.
It's the color of the gem I buy, an unconventional color, but I know she'll love it just as much as I love her.
It's the feeling I get when I say her name, now so much stronger than the first time.
