Am I supposed to be scared of becoming you?
Losing him was blue like i never known. Missing him was dark grey all alone. Forgetting him was like ‘tryna know somebody you’ve never met. But loving him was red.
I can’t live like this. I’m feeling things that I don’t want to feel and I’m becoming someone that I don’t want to be…
I’m smiling.
“No matter what happens I’m here for you.”

