You came into my life. You courted me, and made me feel wanted and appreciated. You were so charming and sweet. You took me on my first skiing adventure and taught me how to ski; you put up with how much of a rookie I was; and you helped me up when I fell, all 400 times. You encouraged me and told me not to give up. You told me I was doing great and you kept smiling and helping me up. I told you I wanted you to go enjoy the advanced hills because I knew how badly you wanted to; and you told me no, you wanted to stay by my side. I eventually insisted and told you I would keep practicing while you were up on your runs. I did. I kept falling but I didn't have you to help me up; and that was okay. I knew you'd be back down to continue helping me. I had so much fun; and I loved watching you come down that huge slope so gracefully and fast; you made it look so effortless.

I took you to my favorite place in town one night and treated you; and you did the same for me shortly after. You introduced me to some of your friends; and it went really well. Things were falling into place; and I found myself falling for you so hard.

Where was the flaw, Mr. Rainbow?

Red, the color I would turn when you would give me a compliment; when you would wink at me; when you would say something kind about me while you took that phone call from your sister on our way out; when you would gently caress my face when I was having a moment of insecurity. 

Where was the flaw, Mr. Rainbow?

Orange, my favorite color; also the color of the flower you picked for me from the top of that mountain. You left it on the car seat for me that time we went out to that little dive bar and had way too much to drink. 

Where was the flaw, Mr. Rainbow?

Yellow, like the pigment of your beautiful skin. Your skin was always so smooth, except for your hands which weren't as soft because you knew how to work with your hands. 

Where was the flaw, Mr. Rainbow?

Green, I was always green with envy because of your amazing success and how well-traveled you are. There were so many qualities I loved about you that I wished I had also possessed.

Where was the flaw, Mr. Rainbow?

Blue, da ba de ba da, we jammed to that old song. Remember? I do. We theorized over what the secret lyrics where - I'm blue, if I was green, I would die. I'm blue, I'm in need of a guy. 

Where was the flaw, Mr. Rainbow?

Purple, the color of my face after that volleyball crashed into me and left me bruised and swollen, nearly breaking the orthdontic appliances off of my teeth.

But there was no volleyball, Mr. Rainbow, was there?