I tried to understand you but you splashed me with all the rainbow colors, left me looking like a painting that doesn't even make sense, making whoever sees it wonder by the gasp of creativity that laid some attraction in me. I was a mixture of everything, the weirdest melangé of all. But all this time, I couldn't see it. I couldn't see you were simply you. The you was somehow indigo. But mostly, the you was Violette.