"He was a shade of blue with unspoken words on his mind. She was a stroke of red radiating her colors in a city of black and white. Both walking aimlessly through seas of people. Almost made purple yet never did."
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I told him a painful truth. His heart belongs to many. The girl before me, after me and much more.
He felt cheated. So he fired back, saying I am no different than him. That my heart also belongs to many.
There was a long pause before I replied,
"My heart was once fully owned by a boy. A boy who love games so much, he sculpted my heart into a game piece. Then he played it. To end his game, I broke the piece and left it in memories. Yes, my heart belongs to many. In places, in time, in moments I shared with you. They are all about you".
