we are all lovesick fools getting high on the moment we thought feelings are permanent but every heartbreaks teach us that
1. some things are temporary and it's just the way it is
2. there's a reason why bittersweet exist as a word
you know, french people aren't romantic. they are fleur bleue. blue is the first thing my mind projects when you cross my mind. blue is your jacket's color when i finally had the courage to say hello. blue is the sadness that still lingers while you still found it's hard to let her go.
you two were very romantic, loving each other like it's your last chance to be in love.
i hope the goodbye you said to her wasn't a mistake.