Yellow green and blue, i write birthday letters for you, with your favorite colors, singing your favorite songs, hoping you'd choose me for once, holding me close. To see me through and to know the truth— That it is not I who loved you first, but will always be the one who will love you more.

I'd often look back at every memory we've created in such a small amount of time and i always remembered it like it was yesterday.

Her heart ached for the future they could've had, the dreams that were crushed by reality. A whole beautifully written chapter crumpled up and thrown away— like a glass that was meant to be shattered into pieces and break their hearts.