We called it quits yesterday and I climbed in my bed and slept like a baby. They said goodbyes are hard but I could hardly feel anything. I woke up after 10 hrs of sleep and instantly rushed towards my canvas hoping that my art will allow me to sort through my feelings. I pick up my brush but all I could see was blue. The blue of never getting another good morning text from you. The blue of knowing you won’t be here to inspire me to work on my unfinished art. The blue of knowing that you are as far as the galaxies I have painted. The color of our love changed into longing and despair so quickly that the blush I gained from the sweet sting of your love turned into the blues that I carry under my eyes.
