Dear Red,
I met you when I was young. Everything was so fast, and demanding. I was always afraid to say no. You would burn up so quickly, and I would choose my words carefully like I was treading on ground scattered with bombs. You got angry a lot. When you kissed me, you infected me with your hatred and I still haven't forgiven you for that.

Dear Orange,
I met you later but it seems like I've known you longer. Your smile warmed my heart and it still does. I love to make you laugh. You were always so welcoming and friendly, you greeted everyone with open arms. Before and after me.

Dear Yellow,
Oh darling mellow yellow. You seem depressed but I know inside you is a ray of sunshine waiting to be free. You act like a sad puppy dog when you're not fed with attention. Still, you're cute all the same.

Dear Green,
I never knew you liked me until we started talking, and before I could catch myself I was already falling into your arms. Summer fling, flirtationship, whatever you want to call it, we were cute and we had fun. That's all that matters right? What will happen next?

Dear Blue,
I've known you longer than most of my family. You are family... Is what I keep telling myself. You can go from gentleman to douchebag in .3 seconds, but ever since I was a little girl I got butterflies around you. It doesn't help that you've grown into a very attractive colour. Too bad you're shy around me now. I wish we could play together like old times. I wish you didn't think of me as a unapproachable goddess and instead a sister that could beat your ass at anything. I wonder if you'll change again.

Dear Indigo,
You are the definition of mystery. I spent years trying to figure you out. Trying to recognize something beneath your dark exterior. When you opened up, I shut you down and since then it's never been the same. Sometimes I wish I could go back. Where would we be if I had given you a chance? But lucky you, you can move on quicker than I can. Congratulations.

Dear Violet,
Well there's no mistaking that you are very pretty. I do admit that. Of course, you do need to work on the things that come out of your mouth. Once I was fighting for your attention, but now I've passed the ball back to you. It's nice sometimes, sometimes it's not. If you left me alone things would be a lot simpler. One thing that's for certain: you're bad news. One thing that's not? How I feel about you.

-Me