It was the color of my face the first day I met you.
It was the color of your living room one of the first nights I stayed at your house and you wanted to show me how awesome your new color-changing lightbulbs were.
I thought they were pretty awesome.
It was the color of the passion that grew between us the first few weeks we knew each other.
It was the color of what I felt that night on the beach when you asked me to be your girlfriend. I felt it. The color made me speechless.
It was the color of us making love. The passion seemed to grow more and more to me.
It was the color of my dress on my 21st birthday. I felt beautiful then. You even took my picture and made it your phone background.
You always said you liked the way I smiled with my teeth for you, since I never smile in pictures on social media.
It was the color of the blood from the tattoo of your name on me. You made it seem we would be in this for the long run, so I surprised you with it because I loved you with everything in me.
It was the color of us being in love.
Or so it may have seemed?
Something changed, and this color began to have an opposite meaning.
It was the color that began to boil anytime we began to bicker.
It was the color of both our faces as we began to raise our voices.
It was the breaking of my heart when I realized the passion we once had, died.
It was the color of the cherry each time I would light up. You didn’t like that about me.
You claimed I was running from my problems, and I claimed it was keeping me from ending my problems all together. I don’t know who was right at this point.
It was the color I saw each time I saw you. I was miserable and you were too. But, I didn’t have as much control over you, as you had over me.
You had so much of my financial future in your hands.
It was the color of the anger I felt when you didn’t want to touch me anymore. You didn’t want to make love to me anymore. You didn’t want the color of our passion from before anymore.
It was the color of my eyes each night I cried because I wanted you to sleep next to me, or even cuddle with me. You slept on the couch more, and I’ll never understand why.
It was the color of our passion.
It was also the color of our minor hatred towards each other.
It is the color of my eyes right now. The color of this cherry from lighting up.