Red

Red. The color, and the name mean different things to me. Red is my favorite color. It symbolizes passion to me. It’s my birthstone. It was a color for our wedding. It’s also the name of my first lover.

Red was a coworker of mine. He was a nice guy, and hot as well. He flirted with me at work. I was shy, and a virgin, and didn’t really know how to respond. I kissed him at work, and liked it. One night I gave him a ride home, and somehow decided that was the night I was going to just do it.

I had my reasons for doing it. Mainly because I just wanted to. It wasn’t the most pleasant experience, but I’m glad it was with him. He holds a special place in my heart. I never saw him again after I moved from Miami the first time.

Red is a passionate color for me. I love wearing red clothes. It gives me a sense of power, if that makes any sense at all. It reminds me of hot things.

Red was also the nickname I gave someone. The thought of her brings so many different feelings to mind. She makes me smile. She intrigues me. She interests me. She’s just a friend, but such an important one.

The ruby is my birthstone. It’s also the stone in my engagement ring. I don’t like diamonds. Rubies have color and fire. I may be shy and introverted, but if you get me fired up, watch out. You will get burned.

Red is the color for hot & spicy foods. I love hot foods. If chili isn’t hot enough to burn my lips, and make my nose run, it isn’t proper chili. I’m not sure if that comes from my dad being a Texan, or me growing up in Miami. But I love hot foods.

Yeah, this is one of those random posts I come up with. For some reason, I’ve been listening to Taylor Swift’s, Red on repeat all day. I heard it last night for the first time.

Red is hot, it’s passionate. It symbolizing so many things I love. It’s my husband’s favorite color too. It’s a happy color. It’s my color.