A little over two years ago, I fell in love.
(At least I think that's what love feels like. I was seeing in color.)
A year and a half ago, I decided to let him go.
("We're better off as friends," I told myself.)
A year ago, I found a window of hope: he said hello (again).
(What a pleasant thing to experience: to see in color--again.)
Six months ago, I was in darkness: she said hello.
(He was seeing in color while I kept my eyes shut.
I didn't want to see.)
And now I'm (still) in the gray.
But through all this, my dear, you've been there for me.
Tom had 500 Days of Summer; I've had 822 days of spring.
(Yes, it's because I've been sprung for that long.)
Oh, friend (zone)... my very, very, best friend.
I know you'll be with me until the very end.
Thank you(?), my dear, for all of the above.
Written with love (and a bit of hatred),
A companion (and victim)
