The Story

In this world of black and white, good and bad, right and wrong, you are my grey. I can't say that you're what's good for me but then being away from you feels wrong. But that's the problem. The minute I became unable to judge wrong from right when it came to you, I compromised my very being. I want to be able to say that I love you. But do I? Or am I just so invested in the idea of you. I mean, would I mind if it were someone else in your place, perhaps even one with a better chiseled face, killer jaw line and jaw dropping abs. I think that's the minute the looks became more important to me than his personality and being, the question of true love was thrown out the window. I looked in your eyes and thought I saw a fire of desire for me, but truth is it was a reflection of what was in mine. So now the question of love is gray to me.