Prompt: Describe Brittana using colors and senses.
A/N: Used "Red" by TSwift for my inspiration.
If you were going to categorize you life in colors, than loving her was definitely red. It was like there was a constant fire burning in the pit of your stomach, sending all of your senses into over-drive.
Every smile made butterflies swarm into your stomach and every touch made your head spin.
Yes, loving her was definitely bright red like you've never known.
But when she left, a huge fire hose immediately doused the flame. The feelings were still there, but now those flames were like icicles.
Missing her was every shade of blue you could imagine. Your heart was as blue as your eyes. It's like a dark grey cloud that's constantly hovering over your. You smile, but no one seems to realize that it doesn't quite reach your eyes.
There's no fire left, because she isn't around anymore. But there's still a small spark of hope. And that spark is ignited each time you hear her laugh over the phone, and each time she stops by for a visit.
You've attempted to move on; even though the theory of moving on is something you'd rather not be familiar with.
You got yourself a boyfriend. He's a good guy and it's obvious that he cares about you, but this relationship is nothing compared to what you once had. What you have now is sweet and simple, but it's also boring and lacks the excitement and passion that you crave.
Being with him is the equivalent to a pale yellow or mint green. It's bearable, but doesn't catch your eye. Relationships, in your opinion, should make your heart want to burst open whenever you're around the other person.
But she was a deep cranberry red, or maybe a royal purple. Being with her felt like neon pink and a creamy orange, all mixed together.
She was everything he could never be. She was better than the rush that came with motor cross and sweeter than pure sugarcane. More desirable than having your very own unicorn as a pet.
In the beginning, she was a mix of colors all lumped together. You couldn't decipher one from the other because she kept them closed off. She wouldn't let you see her beautiful side, even though she always showed you her best side.
But when she told you she loved you, instantly your world lit up in a huge burst that contained every shining color of the rainbow.
And the day she let you go, the colors faded away. Something that was once a warm sunset turned into the dark hues of a thunderstorm.
The day she came back, you let the spark be reignited. It wasn't a choice though, more of an instinct. No more pale shades of drab colors, only bright, blinding neon lights.
You knew that her light wasn't needed with you right now though. She needed to be a part of something that was as big and amazing as she is.
So you were the one that let her go this time.
You let her go with full intent on reclaiming her the moment you could.
Because real love, love that shows you colors and makes your breath hitch in your throat, never really fades. It simply becomes dormant over time. The fire diminishes to a spark until the next time you see her.
But loving her will always be red, and that means you'll never give up
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