What happened?

I lost you.

I lose. Everytime.

This is what happens.

I don't understand anything else. I don't want to.

Things have a certain way of working.

People don't.

People change and sometimes so drastically that when you're reduced to ashes, you ask yourself, what happened.

Circumstances happened.

Life happened.

The hurt comes from the fact that the same person that you loved will not come back.

That shy guy with big brown eyes has turned into something unrecognizable.
 And there's nothing you can do except accept it.
you do.
Your heart can't.
Because whatever happened.
You lost him.

Love ain't what you think.

If it doesn't make you feel immortal,
it ain't love.
If it doesn't make you feel as if you can swim a thousand miles for a kiss,
it ain't love.
If it doesn't make your heart clench with fear when you see "We need to talk."
It ain't love.
If it doesn't break you to see them break,
it ain't love.
If you don't feel like showing them off,
it ain't love.
If you don't feel as if you're the luckiest person on this galaxy,
Then, no sweetie, then it ain't love.
Love isn't measured by PDA or texts.
It measured, that's why it is love.
Love ain't easy.
It is a path of thorns where you go for the sweet release to numbness.
So is it worth it?

Inked.

Brown.
The color of your eyes when you first confessed that you loved me. They lit up like a string of fairy lights when I told you that I've been dying to hear those words from you.
Gold.
The color of my aura when we kissed. I felt as if I was complete. I could've died happily. Silver.
 The color of the metal rose you gave me because you thought that rose could never perish just like our love. The rose still has the smell of your cologne lingering on it.
Red.
 The color of your lips when you smiled at me with sunlight pouring all around us on the terrace of the food court. You looked beautiful.
Bronze.
The color of the sun kissed skin of your hand when you held mine, sitting in the afternoon sunlight, talking about the deepest secrets of our families.
 Pink.
The color of my cheeks when you said that I looked beautiful. No matter how greasy my hair was. No matter how my nails were bitten to stumps. No matter how fat and ugly I felt. You never failed to make me feel beautiful.
 Grey.
The color of my alarm I felt when things started to go wry. You started making excuses.
 Blue.
 The color of my mood when you stopped texting. You started ignoring me.
 Purple.
The color of my soul when I realized that the promises you made were never meant to be kept.
 Black.
 The color of my heart when I finally realized that it was the end and my heart couldn't bear the brunt of the pain you left behind.

Keep Dreaming!