When they ask me about you I shrug and say I haven't been thinking of you much lately, but in my head I scream and my heart clenches at the sound of your name. Loving you was red like the sunsets we used to look out at. Loving you was the warm baths and the shoulder massages. Loving you was rose petals laying on the bed, candles lit and soft music playing. Loving you was playing volleyball at 2 in the morning and trying not to cry from laughter. Loving you was the light in all of the darkness. But instead of saying all of that I'll look down at my thumbs, shrug and say " I'm over it"
