Dear XX Purple,
There I stood, right behind the big guy, listening to all that you said about all the things that mattered to you. I was hoping my name would come up every time you uttered an 'and', but it never did. I was disappointed, but I thought it would still be different in your heart, that you still wish me to hold your hand down the darkest of your paths. I think I overdid with the expectations.
I saw your house the other day, it has been painted purple. It must be your choice because you never enjoyed any colour other than this. Am I right? I hope I am.
My life's been a colour on the Rubik's cube ever since you thought it was right for you to go. I have never been complete after you took away the most important part of my life after you took yourself away. I had hoped for a life that would be crazy so that it doesn't get boring, but not this crazy! Never this crazy.
I always thought I was the white that could lighten your dark purple but turned out you lightened your purple and painted me with your black! I am unable to recognize myself now. It feels like the colour I breathe, stinks. It doesn't make any difference when I try to enjoy the fragrance of fresh flowers or a deo because all I smell is the stale smell of the black pain that you left my white self with.
All this time, I kept thinking that there's a possibility that I'll see you again, that there can be a 'we', but yet again, it never happened. I think it's time to say goodbye. For me to say it, it takes a lot of pain, but your black did one good thing to me that it made me strong enough to throw it away, to cleanse myself.
I hope you explore new colours and never greet black again. I hope that after you read this, you hope the same for me. I've made my peace with it, so if you don't, it's still okay.