Love is red,
when that someone turns your way and your stomach flips, butterflies flutter and your toes curl.
It is blue,
when voices rise and your hands ball into fists until both of your hearts crash and feelings freeze over until nothing is right and everything is numb.
when all your dreams spin to its end and you are helpless as you gasp and pant and beg for a second chance but pictures have been burned and memories have been forgotten – then you realize nothing is ever going back.
It is love when you cuddle in bed, kiss and fight and make-up – when you hope and long for a future.
It is not love when you leave and step out of that door.