Touching him is like
Realizing all you ever wanted was right there in front of you
Memorizing him was as easy as
Knowing all the words to your old favorite song
Fighting with him is like
Trying to solve a crossword and realizing there's no right answer
Regretting him is like
Wishing you never found out that love could be that strong
Losing him is blue like I've never known
Missing him is dark gray all along
Forgetting him is like trying to know somebody you've never met
Loving him is red