My most favorite color,  You asked me, then dyed your hair That gorgeous purple. It’s been years and I remember how many. Four. Four years of me wondering whether I love or hate purple. Everything had to be purple, but it’s all just your purple curls now. How do I forget something that’s engraved in my heart and mind? Even if I want to, it will never leave the little space it’s created in the back of my mind? I can’t wrap my head around whether I miss staring at the color or you. You and purple were similar, the more I looked at you, the more I felt good about everything. I loved both.