“Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street.faster than the wind passionate as sin.ending so suddenly Loving him is like trying to change your mind once you are already flying through the free fall Luke the colors in autumn so bright just before they loose it all...Losing him was blue like I'd never known.missing him was dark gray all alone Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met .But loving him was red Loving him was Red...Touching him was 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 three no right answers Regretting Him was like wishing you never found out that love could be that strong. Losing was blue like I'd never known.missing him was dark gray all alone.Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met.But loving him was Red..Oh red Burning Red..RED;)”
