The first time I saw her, she was in red.
There was even a tint of red adorning her cheeks, the tips of her fingers, her nose and lips.
She was brimming with strong emotions: rage, excitement and most importantly, love.

The next time I saw her, she always wore blue.
She looked like a solemn, long lost melody.
Lost the sparkle in her eyes, she looked distant.
There was a breeze of melancholy following her footsteps.

The few times I saw her in green, she was her happiest self.
She...