Green. That was the colour that he always thought when he thought of her.
It wasn't hard to see why.
The shirt that she had worn the day that they had met had been green. That was the night that he had led her onto the dancefloor to cheer her up. Her green top had been the only thing that he had been able to see behind the fog.
Her nails had been painted a deep dark green the first time that he had reached out and held her hand. He would never forget her smile when she turned her head and looked at him.
She had had a green dress on the day that they had had their first fight. It had been his fault, he had been out with his friends, had too much to drink and had ended up kissing someone else. She was furious when she found out but she didn’t leave. That was when he began to see them as a real couple.
She wore a green headband through her then red hair the day that he graduated, and she stood so proudly with his parents.
Her own graduation outfit a few years later had been a deep green. He had clapped and cheered just as loudly as she had for him. Louder even, because it meant that, for the first time in all the years that they had been together, they would be able to live together.
She painted their living room green, their bed sheets were green and her favourite pair of slippers were green.
The engagement ring he bought for her was an emerald. He knew that she had always intended on wearing her grandmother’s diamond but once he had seen it in the jewellers, he couldn’t have imagined her wearing anything else.
Her bridesmaids dresses were a beautiful blue-green colour, which suited her sister, her cousin and her best friend well, but made her own eyes sparkle so clearly when she stood next to them.
Green. That was the colour that he always thought when he thought of her.