As a girl I loved pink. I was obsessed with everything pink. Wearing it gave me such pleasure. But people began to whisper about us. They were unable to accept what we had. My obsession grew out of control and I had to end my tawdry affair with the color. It’s been a few years and somehow it has managed to creep back into my life. I never stopped loving it just because I didn’t wear it. Wearing it now makes me feel nostalgic. I am wiser and older hopefully I don’t let it rule my life again. I’ll proceed with caution. But I must confess that wearing pink has never felt so good.