…now our lives comprise one disunited venn diagram, because you have taken parts of my circle that you shouldn't. and now my circle is deformed, its rotation an ugly sight to behold. nothing can be done to fix it again, unless you come around and offer me back the stolen part. but to me it is gone forever, the probability of the previous proximity only a dream, a thing from the past, a history. and this is the only 'what if' i would
i was a technicolour girl back then. i do miss my colours but i think i do not mind satisfying myself with
a bluer palette, a paler scheme, or a monochrome.
*we are too young for the word 'ever'.