When I think of our love, I feel the warmth of the sun on my skin. I feel the rush of the tide coming in. I feel overwhelmed, but I'm excited to feel so alive and elated. This feeling grows in my chest, like my entire soul has a burning desire to know more about you. I want to see your eyes open in the morning. I wanted to feel your bodies warmth next to me in the middle of autumn. You had me at your finger tips, always begging to know more about what you were about, I yearned for somebody to care. As we spent more time together, our bond blossomed like the most delicate and rare flower. We had the most vibrant complementing colors, our differing shades blending together into one unique hue of serenity. You gave me hope that my future might be something worth fighting for, you gave me something to work for. You promised me a future I thought that I would never have. Somewhere in the mix of me losing myself in you, I grew blind to the shift in our relationship. The colors of our love had changed from vibrant shades of fire, to the dark, menacing shades of hell. It's easy to confuse the two when they feel and look the same. It isn't until you are completely engulfed into the wrong one that you can see the difference. You grew so dark, taking all of the life I thought you were giving to me. I didn't realize how I had become so small, always standing in your shadow. I lost who I was completely. This love felt like a dream, and some dreams become a dark reality.
