I've had dreams of broken stars and purple skies and I always thought about their meaning. Years passed by, and I met you. You told me that I am the yellow person of your life. I treated you as a blue in my life. Sometimes we forget about the dreams until they happen to us and we feel a sense of deja vu. You left me on a day when the sky was purple and told me that you'll always hate the yellow color after that. I am still stuck on the blue skies and look at them with excitement and pain. Bright and beautiful days remind me of you so I make nights my friend.
How do we define love under a single definition while it's ever-evolving and mean different to each one of us? How do we believe that all heartbreaks feel the same? No two people will react the same way in the same situation. So when we look at the blue sky and say that it's beautiful, all of us are saying it for different reasons. Some of us are afraid that it might turn purple.
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