The reds, just like her cheeks when I tell her I love her.
The blues, on our bad days when we're holding onto nothing but I love you's.
The yellows of our good days, when we're both happy and smiling.
The oranges, warm and soft like her words when she comforts me.
The fireworks, accenting parts of our love.
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I Love Rachel
RomanceA collection of things I write about the person I love the most.
