your favorite colour was blue, and if i remember it correctly, it probably still is. unless someone's come around to make you like green, or teal, but i remember you telling me the day we met 'my favorite colour is blue, but not dark blue, blue like the sky.'
and i remembered that because i knew blue like your eyes. blue like the veins in your skin.
i still remember your birthday like it was yesterday. i remember thanksgiving when you told me what you thought was the greatest news you'd ever receive. i remember laughing over a movie about farts with you, i remember you.