Red is my favorite color. I wear it like a badge, a memory. It matched my ivory on my wedding day, it wove it's way into my hair in ribbons and bows. It touched my shoes and shirts and everything in between. It's the color of eyes, fresh from crying. It's the color of blood, churning and pouring out of veins like a promise. It's the color of passion, of heart stopping love. It's the color of this laptop, the place where I tip-tap our words like whispers, like temptations.
When Anthony was born everything changed to blue. Blue shirts and walls and bits of wrapping paper. It's a natural progression, to love the colors of those you love. But here in my bedroom the comforter is till red, drawing me in again and again as my computer warms my lap and I try and think of the right words.
When I think of you, I see red. I see held hands and soft kisses, the beginning of our beginning. I wore red on our honeymoon. I wore red on our first date. I wore red on that first valentine when I first thought about loving you. Red keeps the memories warm for us, red keeps.