Pink was the color of the champagne we drank to celebrate the new year. It was the tint of my cheeks when he told me 'I love you' and the color of my lips when he placed his upon mine.
Pink was the color of the bedsheets we were tangled between and the shade of our palms as he gripped his hand onto mine. Pink was the color of a thousand butterflies I felt when he asked me if I was okay. I was more than okay when he was near me and I was more than ready to give him everything I had.
I was in love and that shone pink.
