Red
Those roses that sit in the vase on the kitchen table. The warm campfire we start in the backyard. The beautiful red flowers we pass by on our walks. That red box of chocolates you gave me. The cute red stockings we hang up at Christmastime. The warm mittens you gave me because my hands were cold. The red of the mistletoe where you first kissed me.
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