Isn’t it curious how when the love of your life breaks your heart, you lose your color?
I think I was purple when I was in love. And then he left.
Now I’m mixtures of white and black and grey and some days I’m just transparent. Even when I try my hardest, the best I can muster is electric gray or navy with black splotches that haven’t been able to mix thoroughly.
When I do get my color back, I don’t think I’ll be the same shade of purple I once was.
Maybe I’ll be lighter like lilac or darker like wine grape.
But I won’t be the same, my insides that mix my colors have changed and the calibration is off and the amount of reds and blues and whites I had aren’t there anymore and can never be perfectly matched again.
I can’t be lime green or highlighter yellow or bubblegum pink.
Perhaps when I feel better I’ll be yellow.
xox Lex
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