And one morning I am finally happy and the sun shone brightly. The aroma of my coffee no longer remind me of your scent. The blue skies cannot seem to remember your smile. The books I have read no longer remind me of your promises. I was no longer interested in our tales. Our memories are lost in the forest of sadness.The photographs I kept have gone faded.Your favorite song no longer affects me. And that hit me, I was able to close the story that I never concluded to end. Grief did not change me. Pain has come for me for changes. I have cried when the sun goes down, not knowing it won't let me see how the stars twinkle for me. I have seen how pain moulded me. I am that one broken crayon that still color.