Red is the warmest color

The stacks of papers meant nothing to me anymore. He was gone, so why did i keep them? I still remember the day he told me he fell out of love. I cried for hours on my bedroom floor. Hatred still swelled in my heart for him. He caused me so much pain, yet i still held onto his memory. I walked to the shelf where the love letters he wrote to me were. It disgusted me to think that i still had these. I walked out the door with the letters in one hand and a lighter in the other. I didn't expect I'd be coming home happier than before. The color of her hair was red, the warmest color.