Colors

I probably found her by mistake one time. I don't remember clearly. But this time, I knew I wanted to choose her. She was so colorful, and I liked the way the dye made her taste. Even though her medicine sometimes scraped my throat as it went down, it was so delicious. She was there for me always. She never turned on me or suddenly mistook my kindness for needing her. She knew I could live just fine without her, just as I had before I found her. It was just that every now and again I needed to taste her salt and bitterness.