It almost happened again. I stopped them but it brought back all those horrible memories. I actually told someone this time. They’ve been ignoring me since. Maybe I deserve it. Maybe I deserve all of it. I always wished that no one I cared about would feel any pain. Maybe this is it. Maybe I have to endure all of this pain so that no one else has too. But if that’s the case then why are other’s feeling pain.
Brown. But not brown. Not at all. More like honey in the summer when the sun hits it just right. The same color as we're driving down the road sharing memories and laughing together.