You always loved that color, it made everything seem so much brighter
reality seemed pOssible when things were that color. It was nice.
Yellow soon turned to a dirty, dull brown when you left, like all the life was stripped from it, leaving the sad remains of the alternate reality it had created for us. It was unfair.
Yellow was the color of the flecks in your eyes, if the light hit them just right, probably still is, I imagine they be brighter now, since I'm gone, since you left. It was sudden.
I didn't know how to cope, all of a sudden yellow became my favorite color, it was the only thing I'd want to look at, it was the color of the sun which helped grow those plants that you loved, you loved trees so much, probably still do.
It's normal for you.
It's normal for you to cut people out. It's normal for you to run away from your problems. It's normal for you to act like they're not there, like you don't care. And honestly? I wish you didn't. It would be the truth.
I don't think you truly ever cared for me. Like we always said. We were the last two, it was natural that we'd be friends. That doesn't mean it was natural for you to care.
You don't.
