Perhaps this is better: You walking your own path, and I looking forlornly at you as your retreating image fades.
Pictures are supposed to be crystal clear. I guess I just wanted to forget how its clarity has brought me tears that blurred it.
When everything has come to pass, all that is left are memories, imprints of past happiness, and the skeleton of empty dreams discarded and left to rot..
When you view life in mono, you get to appreciate the colors of the world. Hues of grey may encroach your vision but somewhere, somehow, colors still remain..
You lighted up my path so that I would not have any other way but to go up