Loving him is like trying to change your mind once you’re already flying through the free fall.

Touching him was like realizing all you ever wanted was right there in front of you.
Memorizing him was as easy as knowing all the words to your old favorite song.
Fighting with him was like trying to solve a crossword and realizing there’s no right answer.
Regretting him was like wishing you’d never found out that love could be that strong.

Losing him was blue, like I’ve never known.
Missing him was dark grey, all alone.
Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met.
Loving him was red.