I loved you.
The shape of you was most pleasant. You cast a rose coloured hue over my world. I promised I would never lose you, that I would wear you, and that you would sit on my face, resting across the bridge of my strong nose, for as long as I loved you.
And I never stopped loving you.
And when it was too bright, or too grey, or I just didn’t want to fucking deal, I would sit you on my face, your skinny arms wrapped around my head, and you would dim all the shit, and I would look out and only see the world through your rose coloured vision.
I hope you understand, I didn’t mean to misplace you. Where I lost you, I’m not sure, maybe that trip to DC or that one bar we’d go to together, or in the back of my Uber. At some point I lost you and I didn’t even notice.
How is that possible? When the world looks so different without you?
When you listen to the audio version it’s too funny 😂
As someone who has lost prescription sunglasses, I feel your pain. Ones with pink/red hues that are the perfect complimentary tone are hard to come by 💔