Your Eyes Were My Favorite Color

Refreshing

You said being with me was refreshing compared to other girls you had been with before.
I was your homemade lemonade on a hot summer day.
I tasted like home.
I made myself for you.
I loved you through the changing seasons.
I watched you change.
You left me in the winter and went back to your usual.
A girl who was like hot chocolate by the fireplace.
You liked her a little mean.
You smirked when she burnt your tongue.
I was too sweet; I couldn't give that to you.
I loved you too much to be icy.
Even if that's what you wanted.