I don't know where I went wrong, or why you stopped feeling the same. I chose this color because even though I want to hate you, you still remind me of my favorite color and of the feel of sun on my skin. My favorite memory I have made to this day is when we went on a random road trip to Winona, just us and the music we both adored. The way you made me feel, the way you made my heart beat, is done by someone else now. But I don't think he will ever be my favorite color because my favorite color is you.
