You were not someone who came here like the human equivalent to my fairy godmother to heal my broken something. We can look at our lives like a painting . I already had this life beautifully painted , to which you could add a few strokes here and there to see if there was indeed any corner you could brighten up with your set of colors. Maybe that is how life goes , by realizing that you can add new colors to it only if you look beyond the colors you have already had of it.
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Trust me, I have become color blind instead.
There is no other yellow and orange I can see than that which I remember seeing in the specks of your eyes at sunsets,
there is no other red visible to me than that which I saw in the edges of your eyes
when you cried,
and there is no other pink I can see than the hue of it I saw on your cheeks on snowy days,
and there is no other green I...