A/N: okay so this was inspired by a story I saw on tumblr, and I think I actually put this on tumblr, so if you see it, I DIDNT STEAL IT. Okay? Okay. Kisses.

My favorite color has always been purple. My whole life, always loved it, similar to you my friend. I wouldn't wear it that often, but my whole room was decorated purple. Whenever I woke up, or hung out in my room, I would see purple, and I was always happy with my room because, you know, I love purple.

Conflictingly, during the summer before freshman year, I started to notice how amazing the color black was. My family never really like this color, mainly because they associated the color black with weird, unnatural, and dark things. When I discovered I liked black I freaked out.

It didn't make sense to me. How could I have two favorite colors? You either like one or the other. Then I really started to think. I've always really loved the color black. When I saw my best friend wear it, I thought I liked it in a "sisterly" way. All my life I had been taught that liking black was weird and wrong. Only guys should like black. Girls like purple, that's just how the world worked. But the thing was, I still liked purple, and I liked black. Maybe I was broken, maybe God made a mistake in my programming.

Of course I never told anyone about this. I remember staring out the window, close to tears on the way home to Florida because I liked black but I didn't want to like it at all. My father would never approve. He said guys who like purple are weird, and should keep it to themselves. Girls who like black, should never tell a soul. So I didn't. I had a crisis every night wondering how I could like black. I liked purple my whole life! Hell I even wanted the flowers at my wedding to be purple! The thing that hurt and confused me the most was that I liked both!

So I bottled it up. Eventually I told my friends that I liked the two colors, and it went pretty well. I tried to tell my parents, but they thought it cause I was going through a phase. I started to believe this was all in my head too.

Then I saw it. The most beautiful black color I had ever seen. When I looked upon its beauty, I wondered how something so beautiful could even exist. I never actually saw it in real life, only over the internet so I hide my strange affection for it. No one had to know. It was my little secret.

This specific shade of black made me feel comfort, and I felt at home whenever I looked upon its beauty. I shared secrets that I told no one else with this shade. This shade changed my life, and I never even seen it before in real life. Then I saw it. At a mall.

Surprisingly this shade was mysterious, yet so beautiful. Upon looking on it more closely, I saw more colors in this "shade." I saw hints of red from the past. Little accents of blue settled across the shade, but it only added to the beauty of it. The most brilliant thing I saw in was these specks of yellow that I never saw before. The yellow made the shade stand out from all the others. This shade was loud and obnoxious, but at the same time the shade had hidden pink color to it. Not many could see it, for years of hurt had made it shy away from the world. Somehow I saw it. Somehow I fell in love with this color.

Nothing my parents could say could make me stop loving it. Nothing the media said could make me stop loving it. No one could make me stop loving this shade. I really wasn't looking for colors. I was just so done with the subject of colors itself. It was too tiring I would always lie to myself. But secretly I always wanted a shade that was mine and no one else's. I finally got that.

Inspired by the a story about purple and green, this is my story. This is the story of how I discovered I was bisexual. The story of how my internet best friend, became my real life girlfriend. I've never been happier.

This was actually my story so... Yeah... Remember to vote and/or comment if you enjoyed this! Have an amazing day moosen!

~Kay trickster