Everyday he opens his eyes and feels the scars that mark everyday since she left; everyday he walks to the bathroom then drags the steel marker along his arms to trace another line for a day he went without her. He knows it doesn't acomplish anything, that no matter how much of the sweet red juice of life he pours down his drain she wont be coming back. He screwed up, he chased her away, he will never get her back now; and it was all over a single moment of anger and jealousy.
A single moment was responsible for ruining his life and making everything he sees grey and part of him is amazed that he was affected so violently by someone he didnt even know he liked. Now he doesnt know if the color will ever come back, perhaps he's destined to see only grays and reds...
He doesnt know if the color will ever be back, but what he does know:
The only way to learn ANYthing
Is too lose
EVERYthing.
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I love it Prophy.
its sad, but amazingly said.