You gave me a box of rainbow felt-tipped pens, ten varying hues for me to choose.

Black was first to grace your skin as I lettered a formal thank you in block letters on your hand. Next came brown which matched your skin and here I swirled little hearts up your arm, knowing how much you hated those pesky less than threes. Navy followed suit as I scrawled a why so blue along a vein in your upper arm, trying to keep my pen from dipping behind the biceps you flaunt so shamelessly. Light blue became your unshed tears as they trickled and smudged down your unassuming cheeks. Dark green was the lyrics of songs that you wish you could hear again and again but alas they were always forgotten.

Light green was drawn along your jaw, tickling your stubble, similar to how grass grows. Yellow became the happy little sun on your nose, orange the sunbeams dancing and aglow. Red traced and caressed the swelling that lined your eyes. Finally, pink came back to me to adorn atop my head a little bow tie.

Together we fly through our colouring book, filling in the blanks with shades of our eccentricity.