Pink

The little things make me happy, I remember she peeled my orange once and since then has done it when I ask. She places it on my tray and goes back to eating. I remember we were chatting about our favorite colors, she asked, "Chris, what is your favorite color?" 

I thought about it, "Purple," I said. 

She smiled, "I like purple." I felt relieved, we shared a same interest, so I was ecstatic, but she continued, "But my favorite color is pink,"

Yet my joy didn't falter. 

I hate pink, the color is rather distasteful to me. I would rather have any color than pink in my sight. 

But for her, I'd get the most vibrant pink flowers and give them to her. I'd paint with pink as my base just to have a small reminder of her with every brush stroke. I'd see the world in pink just to enjoy and get used to the color if she ever so wished.

Because it's as a small as liking the color pink that could bring us closer.