One Word

Red

It was his favourite colour. I always liked the colour but he made it look more amazing then it ever was. Sometimes when I look at the colour I feel like I'm in pain. The pain is not real. The pain is me telling myself to get over the fact that he left. That he left me and he's gone. That he tore what was left of my heart out of my chest untill that colour started to pour out of me. I see that colour everywhere I go. It's in the shops next to my house, it's in my college and in my home. I can't seem to escape the colour, but one day, I'll see the colour and won't feel any pain. I'll look at it and only see the joy it once held. The happy memories and the love in them. I'll be able to see the colour red and smile because I will know, that even if we ended, I'll always have the love we had. One day, I might even find that love in another. When that day comes, red will only just be another colour in a beautiful rainbow.