I hoped it was made to last

The world was filled with color until it changed and made me shudder. I had striven for your affection and believed that we were going in the right direction. I thought that I was your promise to keep. My heart clung to your words, your sweet, sweet words. I dreamed that those words would be a call to action and that it was meant to be. How naive. I shall forgive, I shall endure, but I will never, never, forget those sweet sweet words. The words that turned into naught but an empty, empty, promise. The heart can be a delicate thing if left unchecked, unguarded, lost in emotions that can make the head such a vicious, vicious mess. The emotions creating a jagged road while the mind keeps questioning the future that you may hold. Here I stand, seeing now that things did not turn out as planned.