What’s your favourite colour? What type of movies do you like? What’re your favourite foods?

I have a sense of hostility towards these questions. Unsurprisingly, first dates are filled with them. After exiting a real relationship, one with substance, comfort, honesty, and understanding, I find it absurd and fake to entertain questions at this surface.

The sudden transition from rawness to favourite colours presents moments of dissonance—an uncomfortable reminder of past comfort. I’m looking for realness failing to realize that the route to this real connection is slow, long, and filled with learning favourite colours.