Red was never your colour.

I wonder if I asked you to forget everything. I asked you to forget the fighting, forget the times when you got so angry all you could do was hit me.

I'd ask could you?

I'd ask would you?

Then I realise that I haven't changed.

I've still got my words.

I've still got my silly little remarks you hated so much.

I've still got everything I used to be.

You, you loved and hated that.

In the end you just hated that and you made sure I knew this.