I love you, i truly do. I long to be with you, play with you, experiment with you. A smile crosses my face whenever i look down at my hands and find slivers of reminiscence of you under my finger nails. I know that you will always be there for me.
I'm saddened, however, by the fact that your lids keep breaking open on me. I simply wanted to take your top off yet you refused, fought back. I was forced to draft my teeth into war. My molars went to work, they bit down on your tiny cap while my hand twisted clockwise to unlock your colour. As i extracted your body from my mouth a carnage of green flooded the palm of my hand and lower lip. Your lid had not come unscrewed, it had broken at the top.
How am i to keep you fresh now? Why would you commit such a suicidal act? I suppose i can resort to cling wrap and tape but I'm not sure you are deserving of such measures. My darling, you are not the first colour/shade to do this to me, I am at a loss. Perhaps I should let you dry out to teach you a lesson? Who am i kidding, i can't do that. I can't AFFORD to do that. You are a series 4 colour, I need you! You have your talons deep in my flesh Mr. Sap Green Hue, I will let you live...... THIS time. I will use you in every single piece I create from now until your death, you're lucky i adore your hue.
Yours in anger,