Everyone that goes out in the everyday traffic, is aware of the fact that the red indicates to stop and standstill. Only a pathetic madman would risk moving when the lights are red.
Red is a dangerous color, it is used for danger and stop signs, but it is also the color of love and romanticism. Red roses have a very prepossessing effect on a person who is in love.
Whilst looking at things that make you remember the person you adore, you remember them with great fondness and a beauty of it’s own. I strongly believe in the color psychology, because just like words, even colors can make you feel in a certain way.
This beautiful color shows energy and passion, and when this passion is fulfilled, agony is mixed with it. Love is the kind of drug I would consume, letting it harm me to the fullest. My perception of love is not deluded. It has left me in torment and I cannot escape it by will.
If someone forces me to stop, the same sign will also make me want to scream, and to let go of these selfish rules. No one can help me through this, not even the human I have based my everything on. The word ‘everything’ is a bit too extreme, but for an uncontrollable feeling felt for that one human being, it is just right.
They think that the person I have desired in the ungodly hours of the night, is easy to vanish from my mind, but it’s not. I wanted to give in with all my heart, body, mind and spirit, but that person took it away from me. I don’t blame him for it, because, goddamn, the fleeting moment of his affection was enough to drag me back to him.
His love and attention was ephemeral; he only came when he had nothing better to do. I know I am deflating myself, by saying he didn’t love me, but I could feel the cold in his heart, by the words he uttered.
I was devoted towards him and was willing to show him loyalty, by letting no other person as close as I let him. It hurt me for all the other men, who thought they could give me more, because once upon a time, even he thought he was ‘more’ for me.
“Don’t settle”, that’s what all said. But I was willing to take the bullet if I had to. He could never spot the love in my heart or the severe pain I was in because of his behavior. Those who we love are never forgotten, but I ask myself; is he forgiven for his actions?