Involved With The Bad Boy.

"My mother thinks bright colours are for children and whores."
She says, grimly.
"But what do you think?" I question, looking at her, the beauty of her eminating in the light.

"I don't know." she says softly, after a long, loud silence.

"See I think colour, brings an energy, that excites the senses. It can make you feel sad, it can make you feel happy, it can make you feel bold."

I reply , drifting off into my happy place.

"well bold, is definitely not me."

"Are you sure? I don't think you take the time to know who you are."

And I look at Milaan again, colour is her, and love is color.

That was it.
I was inlove with this crazy person.