I don't think I ever thought purple would be her favorite color.
But I guess it makes sense.
Purple is calming and fun.
It comes in some many shades.
An uplifting giggly lilac to a mysterious deep dark purple.
Her eyes are always beautiful.
Sometimes a shocking shade of pale blue.
Or a barely there light green.
You only ever see her black leggings, vans, and a sweatshirt.
Her hair has darkened over the years.
Now a soft, subtle red that could easily be mistaken for brown.
Her smile is contagious, warm like a golden yellow.
Her laugh is definitely worth hearing, like the colors of the sunset worth seeing.
Though sometimes she's quite blue.
A dark saddening blue that pulls you in.
She would rather not talk about it and make you worry.
But for me, I always worry about her.
Not for what she says but for what she keeps locked up in her head.
She doesn't believe me when I tell her she's smarter and stronger than she thinks.
But it's true.
I've told her many time she I need her.
When I say she would be better off without me she pushes that thought out of my mind and convinces me I shouldn't think that.
I'm convinced for a little while, but darkness finds its way back.
She constantly contradicts me when I say I'm too fat.
It is quite endearing when she makes a silly comment with a smirk on her face.
Adorable when a cheesy smile lights up her features.
Breathtaking when you glance at her laughing and smiling with different people even though she says she's shy.
I find it hard that believe that at time because she's constantly talking to someone.
She can have a conversation with anyone.
But sometimes she is quite the introvert.
I always wonder how she manages to sneak out at night.
There are times when I ask what she's doing and she replies with the rare but familiar answer of how she's outside god knows where.