R E D

Red—there are things which are better left unsaid; but when not told, it can cause tears of regret in the end.

Red—the feeling of pain and anger. I know we're both lost, but we cannot just go and follow each other. The universe is just playing with us, don't let yourself be a victim.

Red—mixed feelings: happiness and annoyance, as well as desire and fear. The universe is quite naughty—it loves pairing up people or things that won't last. Temporary, as what they say.

Red—curiosity is different from care. Don't act like you care when you're just curious, stop that. Care, because you care—because this is what I deserve. Don't be like someone who likes butting in other people's businesses out of curiosity.  

Red—I'll wait...and stay. But you won't come, and it's okay. I'll wait 'til the universe get tired of me, and everything will be just a history.

Red—the color of love, and also the sign of danger. You're in danger if you're in love.

Red—the stop lights. Stop and make distance to save yourself from accidents, like y'know, bumping and falling and getting hurt in the end.

Red—dawns and sunsets, beginnings and endings. Don't be afraid of temporariness. Things may eventually come to an end, but there's a new beginning in every ending.

Red—you fear of getting too attached that's why you push people away. You know things won't last the way they are right now, and you're afraid that you might end up getting hurt again. But then, you also don't want them to get attached to you and get hurt by you.

Red—I know I'm not that important but I never knew I was that easy to replace.

RED—the colour just fits you perfectly. Alluring yet dangerous, lovely yet poisonous. You're such a mystery—thrilling and mystifying. 

Red—I'm blue.
But I know that purple isn't your thing.

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