I always liked that color. It stood out. I was so used to seeing the blurred colors of crimson red everywhere I looked. It's nice to be able to see you in a crowd easily. As soon as I see that soft, baby blue skin of yours, I want to touch it, feel how smooth it was on my fingers. I'd twirl my fingers on your skin and you wouldn't mind, you'd let my fingers be ballet dancers just for a moment. You were always curious of mine too. You'd always have your hands on me, calloused fingers stroking my skin, making it pink. I loved that. Of course, I loved everything you did. When your lips moved against mine, your hands clamped tightly on me, beckoning me never to leave you, I'd respond the same way, wanting to never let go of you. Inseparable.