The endings of stories that I'll never even start writing.

You

   Pink reminds me of you... It reminds me of those nights where we would drive around and talk about how many kids we would have and what our favorite colors were. It reminds me of those days full of laughter because it's never a dull moment with you. It reminds me of that stupid grin of yours that always made my cheeks hot. It reminds me of how your little jokes and compliments made my heart flutter. 

   Purple reminds me of you... It reminds me of those nights I spent laying in my bed wondering what happened to us. It reminds me of those days where I would see you laughing with her because there's never a dull moment with you. It reminds me of that stupid grin that she didn't even notice because she was too busy telling you about her drama, you hated drama. It reminds me of how your little jokes and compliments annoyed her so she told you to shut up because you were embarrassing her.  

    You remind me of all the sunsets we've ever watched, and how we would talk about how something so simple could be so beautiful. It reminds me of how we would talk about how quickly something could fade away, like our voices after there's nothing else to talk about, like your smile after she would tell you to shut up, like my smile after you left, like the sunset, like us.