Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street, faster than the wind, passionate as sin, ended so suddenly.
Loving him is like trying to change your mind once you're already flying through the free fall like the colors in autumn, so bright just before they lose it.
Losing him was blue like I'd never known.
Missing him was dark grey all alone.
Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you've never met.
But loving him was a red :) Touching him is like realizing all you ever wanted was there in front of you.
Memorizing him was as easy as knowing all the words to your old favorite song.
Fighting with him was like trying to solve a crossword and realizing there's not right answer.
Regretting him was like wishing you never found love but love could be that strong.
Remembering him comes in flashbacks & echos telling myself it's time now gotta let go but moving on from him is impossible when I still see it all in my head & I'm burning red.
