It was the color of her nails as she stirred the drink in front of her.
It was the sound that pulsed through my ears when I walked up and asked her name and the sound of her voice when she answered "Thea Queen."
It was the color of our love as the months danced by. The only color we saw. The only color we thought we needed.
But the problem with seeing only one color, was you got tired of it.
It then became the color that we grew tired of seeing.
The color of our voices and the color of our skin.
The color of our anger as we shattered glasses and plates.
It was the color I saw when I went home that night and the color that stained my skin.
But it soon faded all together, and regret swooped in like a tidal wave.
I could never get her back not after that.
So it became the color of the one that got away.
The color that I will always miss.
Candy Apple Red.