Colour me you Colour, baby ...

... Colour me with love

I feel better. Not because I have newfound trust, but because I know I must accept the inevitable. He will be who he will be and do what he will do. I will not let this ruin everything. Small potatoes.

I avoided another disaster. Narrow misses when all I need to do is tell my new story. It is hard for me for reasons I cannot explain. Well, maybe I can: I do not want to hurt him. His eyes, they pierce me when sad. I don't know what to do with that weight.

I am happy. I am, even during passing moments of melancholy.