Everything used to be black, white, and shades of grey with me. I saw hints of color where things matter most to me. Almost as if color wasn't something that I had unlocked yet. Then I met you. Your lips taught me about the color red, it wasn't anger. It was passion. I loved the color red. Your favorite color taught me about orange, it lit up the skyline for me and you. I loved the color orange. You're hair taught me about yellow, with that I came to notice the sun and how you glowed when it shun on you. I loved the color yellow. I would go on, you taught me all of the colors. One by one. Blue is my least favorite. Because to teach me blue you had to take away the rest and soon I didn't have red, orange, yellow, or even blue. It was back to black. And white. And shades of grey.
