I wrote this the other day, funny enough, right after I got dumped. Inspiration took over, and I ripped a piece of paper out of my Geography book and wrote. I hope you like the product of hurt and inspiration.

Colourful things are good-

No, not good, great.

My favourite colour was brown for a while.

Not aqua blue, like lapping waves of an exotic ocean.

Not fiery hot red, like a love heart or chilli pepper.

Or even green; mellow and fresh like a grass stain.

I didn't like brown because of chocolate.

Or Labradors, or milkshake or ice-cream.

But his eyes were brown.

Brown isn't my favourite colour anymore.

Now, I like pink.

Because freesias are pink.

And my best friend smells like freesias.

And she hugged me the day I decided that brown wasn't my favourite colour anymore.

So, yeah.

I like pink.

And colourful things are good.