you've written yourself into my story,
many pages and chapters you have starred in.

i have done the same.
at least i hope i am a supporting character.
but you're a close book,
and it's hard to see how i fit into your story.

our story.

the chapter we're on right now,
where am i?

tell me our story.

i held the pen you've given me years ago,
but i lost it yesterday.

but i was given a new one,
by a teacher who knew how i felt.

it's not black,
but green ink.

i want to know what character i play in your story.
the childhood friend?
the lover?
that girl at school?

because what you are in my story isn't just a character that passes by.

so i hold a new pen,
and instead of a monochrome story,
i hope i bring color to your life.
like how you bring red to mine.