a boy brushed red living in black and white.
and so the hurt and the longing grow stronger. except now, i cant tell her how much i miss her, because that wouldnt be the right thing to do. So if you read this Red, i miss you, and i love you, and i know this is the right thing to do. but it still hurts a hell of a lot. but ill always be here. and im glad we’re still friends.
