I Swear You Will Be Fine

Today’s letter might be a short one. I was thinking about when we talked about our favorite colors. Honestly, I don’t think I ever really had a favorite color. I never gave it much thought – a color is a color. I’ve never been artistic, and all of them are quite beautiful in their own ways. To make things simpler, I’d always say either “pink” or “blue” whenever people asked.

When you asked me what my favorite color was, I said “pink” and you said “purple”. Ever since then, I’ve never seen purple the same way. If I could choose a color for anything, I’d choose purple because it reminds me of you. My laptop’s accent color became purple. My messages on Telegram turned purple. Even my painted nails became purple. Purple became the color of you, and now, purple means everything to me.

Before you, I had never paid much attention to purple. But if you wanted to, we’d live in a purple house, with purple walls and purple stairs. We’d drive purple cars, have purple furniture, and plant purple flowers in our backyard. And I’d only wear purple every day, as long as it was still your favorite color.

I hope your favorite color is still purple. And I hope there are beautiful shades of purple where you are. I promise to always buy you purple flowers here until I see you again. And I can’t wait to see you again. I love you more, always, and forever.

Love always,
Sha