The Hues Of My Masterpiece

Look at what you did to me. I’m alone and lost without you. What I experienced, the feelings you gave me, it was something I could never imagine. Something I’ve only seen in movies and read in fairy tales. Our friendship turned into something more for me. That one night was all it took. One night of what you said were your mistakes and regrets. 

I remember when morning came and you looked at me. The smile on your face to cover up the grimace. You knew things were going to be different. You knew how I felt, that I wanted you to be mine. He hurt you and to get back at him, you chose to hurt him through me. You didn’t stop to think about how using me would effect my feelings.

We were great. Friends until the end, but how can we be friends after that night? After the love we shared? The emotions we explored? How can you tell me that it was only one time? After my love for you had grown so deep? After we ascended to the heights of rapture, mingled in the throes of paradise? How can we be friends after you showed me what utopia was?

That night I saw what I wanted. What I needed. That night… it was surreal. Our souls connected. A life of marriage, kids, and happiness were shown to me. It was as if my life was a blank canvas and I held the brush. You were the paint I dipped in to create a picture of my life. Each stroke on the canvas, each color used to create the picture. It was all you. You were the hues of my masterpiece, and now, we can’t be friends, because you are still with him.