Some friends are like heaven-sent, and you timed your entry perfectly, just like a true angel would. You painted the world in colour; you stood out, you embraced the world. To me, you were the vibrant colour of red, the colour of life, heart, love…and your lipstick. There was so much fun, such deep conversation and so many words.
Too many words. Once spoken, they are hanging in the air forever, echoing the sweetness but especially the sour. As I am only human, I made the irrevocable mistake, to step on your wing. I had hoped for forgiveness but found that you were not the forgiving kind. Red is also the colour of anger as it happens.