i used to like purple. . .

i don't hate it now. i just don't like it anymore. but i am not indifferent either, because i still think of purple every once in a while.

hate is a strong thing, don't you think? and it can take so much energy and emotion to fuel.. this strength to hate, can only be created, if you cared enough, loved enough to produce the energy to hate when it is.

even if i stopped liking purple, that does not mean my world stopped having colours.

i want to thank purple for having coloured and lighting up my life, even if it is only that once.
for teaching me how pretty life can be with a distinctive colour.
maybe one day i will like purple again? who knows?

i read somewhere once, if you 'loved' then you just did not love something enough. because, there is just no such thing as 'loved' for love is continuous.

does this mean i love less? because, i loved purple.
and i really do wish, that purple forgives me
for having loved it.




p.s. really truly, how are you?