White
Once upon a time, way back in high school, her smile was the brightest smile I knew. To me, she was the colour white personified. She was evrything pure - the horn of a unicorn, the bugle of truth, the cape of decency… I always counted her among my closest friends. I never thought anything would change. She’d always be that perfect someone I always looked upon with decency and almost brotherly love.
Yet, look at us now. Even an online hug goes unappreciated and unallowed. We haven’t kept in touch at all. When I see her online now, and say hi, an air of formality and social etiquette descends on the conversation window. Why must I have to think twice about saying things to you? I never had to do that before…
Things change. Fuck it. Fuck the world.