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I used to love the color red.
It was the color of your hair, the hair that I loved to run my hands through. And when the sun shone upon your hair in just the right way, it seemed to glow. I loved that, I loved that so very much.
It was the color of your freckles that seemed to be painted one by one upon your body. They were perfect; beautiful. I absolutely adored that.
It was the color your cheeks turned when we kissed. And I would hold your reddened cheeks, run my thumbs along them as our mouths met. Lovely, it was.
But now, I can't stand the color red.
I can't stand seeing it; wearing it.
Too many thoughts, too many grievances.
Because I won't ever be able to hug you again. Kiss you. Feel your body against mine.
And I can't handle that. I really can't.
Sometimes I wonder if you can see me. If you watch me. And I'm not sure if I'll ever know.
Because you're gone, and I'm still here.