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Tomorrow is also a day.
And in your darkest hour you cling to the hope that the morning light will paint the skies orange, as it always does.
And you’ll get up on the wrong side of the bed - all sides are wrong, when you sleep alone - have your coffee and move on, pretending like this sorry excuse for existence is more fulfilling than the life you once had.
Back in the day when your biggest concern was what to grab for lunch or whose turn it was to pick the music for a drive; when everywhere you’d go, there would be someone following you. Your soulmate, your rock, the apple of your eye - or maybe you should say the orange of your eye - quicksilver, wild and free; but now you’re only being haunted by the ghosts of the past and regrets.
You’re smart, but you couldn’t add two and two together, at least not at the time. Well, if you asked him, the answer would probably be twenty-eight. Definitely not four - he wouldn’t risk getting his head blown off by a certain superstitious gunslinger.
But now that you think about it, this unknown feeling he introduced you to does consist of four letters. L is for longing for him to look at you the same way you looked at him; O is for overcoming your fears and traumas, together; V is for vitality, youthful energy and hopefulness that drove him; and E is for every word you kept to yourself, scared you would ruin everything if you confessed how you really felt about him.
You extended a helping hand to him when you first met, and he tore away your heart as he was leaving. All in all, you’re even - he only took what belonged to him either way.
You’d think it’s onions in your hands, with the tears dripping onto the kitchen counter, but you’re peeling an orange. And when you lick its juice off your fingers, it tastes sweet and innocent like the love you had to bury before it had the chance to fully blossom.
But tomorrow is also a day-
And the morning light will paint the skies orange, as it always does.
And the rays of Sun will kiss your face, the way you wish he did.