pink

pink like my clearfile. pink like my hoodie. pink like the way you make me feel when you walk in through that door when you ask me where to go when you softly say my name when we awkwardly high five when i glance over at you staring at me when i didnt catch your joke aimed at me but laugh anyways when you hit the ball down and im frustrated cause i didnt get it but you still apologized and i chuckled at your shy and quiet apology— pink like my favourite stickers.