GREY. YELLOW. - ̗̀anthology ̖́-

three years after i loved you

It doesn't hurt to see you three years after I loved you. Three years after grey, and rose-gold, and bright blue.

Your sister hugged me tightly, told me she missed me, and I told her I missed her too.

You were wearing an outfit I'd seen you in before, on hot summer days away from the rest of them. You were blush and sky, pale denim and cotton, smiles on rosy faces.

You looked exactly the same. I didn't. I was indigo and yellow. I guess you were shocked at that. I don't blame you.

-[We're going separate ways. It's only natural. I don't resent you for it.]