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Tiny Love Story, Part Five

You and I had a summer together. You showed me sketches of things you saw during the day. The twist of a leaf stem. The curve of a back hunched in laughter. The light fingers of a mom on her daughter’s hair. I caught myself one afternoon, staring at the whiteness of a flower, surrounded by a field of green. The wisp of a cloud in a beautiful, vast blue.

Until I destroyed us, I thought these daydreams might be enough.

I now understand heartbreak has a color. It is crimson, like blood.