Loving him was red.

There was a study done that showed by the time you finish university, 80% of people have already met the person they will end up with. I loved him, I loved him with all my heart, we all have that someone we will never forget. Life moves on, it waits for no man, woman or child, it doesn't wait for you to pick yourself up off the ground, it doesn't help you care for your wounds, it carries on without any thought. Remembering the loss is okay for a period of time, reliving the loss only sinks us further into quicksand which suffocates us. I wish I could explain the waves we have to go through, so I could create a sort of road map of pitfalls and mistakes, unfortunately it cannot be simplified to that. All I know is that there will be an end, I will make it through this because there is nothing that can be done now, it has happened and it was traumatic, it hurt like hell but at one point, that was what I wanted to do. The long twisted road of my life still waits for me, I just have to want to start the walk.