Blue were the color of his eyes that hunted her since the first time she stared at them. The shirt he wore on that first time they've met. The sticky notes he left at the table. The roses he gave her every day. The tulips that surrounded them that day he knelt down and asked. It's the feeling she had when he left. The color her world turned into after he walked away. The name of the boy that reminded her of him. And the color of the lips she kissed goodbye.
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Memories
PuisiFriendship... love... broken hearts... dreams... emotions... New beginnings... reality... A compilation of words that never had the chance to say, never had the chance to hear. Stories behind a couple of short phrases and words that mean a whole lot...
