when I was little, my favorite color was orange. I loved the way the word 'orange' sounded. I used to stand in front of the bathroom mirror and pronounce the word over and over. orange. orange. orange. I loved the way my lips seemed to squeeze the word out, how the weight of it seemed to rest solidly in the space between me and my reflection. somehow it felt like a declaration. a declaration of love. orange, I still love you.