its strange, you were my first love. i dated someone before you, but we were young and it wasnt really love. im over you by now clearly, i have a new boyfriend. when i think of the color of love, i think of our relationship. how much you meant to me. everything we said. everything we did. you still mean a lot to me. but, i think for us, our color would be dark red. not too dark, not too light.
