It hurt but it's okay...
I'm used to it
-----Yellow was my favorite color. How ironic was it that it was also her favorite color. It reminded her of cigarettes and ecstasy, I almost laughed when you showed up at my door holding a bouquet of roses. You glared at me before asking me for help with asking her out. Like the fool I am I said yes.
That night I coughed up a beautiful
yellow carnation