Did you lose the color of our memories?
You told me you hated me after we fell apart. You could never see us in a bright light after all the things we shared when it was coming to an end. You would rather erase everything even if it meant giving up the good parts. You would burn the CD of our moments that played in your head and discard it in fire. Watching the funeral in silence, and rebuilding a sense of peace which you lost in it. You said, I changed of what you once held dear to you. I changed what you once found to be beautiful and pure. I changed what you once thought would be the best thing you ever experienced. I changed what you thought would level you up than where you were at. I changed it something you no longer want to look at, that you would rather forget. Well, guess what, you did that to me too. But, I saw it differently than you. I saw the magic it possess, the control it had on me. I saw the power of it surging through my heart. I saw the meaning of its existen...