Purple, that’s your favorite color. I knew I would remember it someday. That may seem a little girly to be a boy’s favorite color, but your hard exterior makes up for this blip on the masculine radar. You wear a purple shirt every Tuesday, not that you don’t where it on other days, but that is a constant in my life when it comes to you. Your eyes are blue, your music taste is exotic, and you wear a purple shirt on Tuesdays. I find myself with more purple in my closet then I would like to admit because of you. I know that if I wear something purple, if I somehow manage to pull off a purple v-neck tee or a lavender scarf that you will say something about. When I wear purple you verify me as a human being and so I do.