I don’t know if this post is really about colors or something. But I will use the words colorful or colorless several times. (well, not really.)
I met someone. Someone that made me feel so in love. My life became colorful when he came into my life. We were so happy, we were unable to hide the happiness filling in our hearts. Yeah right, we’re happy but some incidents will just make you feel sad along the way. When he left me here all alone, I was left with memories — memories that I can’t take back or even change. He left me with those grief that I have. Yeah, I hate it but soon I’ll get used to it. I thought my life will always be miserable without him beside but hey, my life didn’t end there. God gave me another chance to live my life. I thought it would be difficult for me to live but God enlightened me. Although I did not hear Him saying these things directly to me, but at a certain time and with certain people’s advice, I realized that life must go on; life must be colorful again and again; I must continue my life because I’m still the same person that I used to be, it’s just that my heart needs some time to heal.




