Since I was a child I was told by my mother that love is not always pink, my mother told me that love sometimes makes people suffer, sometimes makes people feel happy When I was growing up, I met my love I felt that I was quite good with this relationship we all worry about each other's opinions not making each other sad maybe it's love hip color But it hasn't been long since we ended this relationship in a beautiful way maybe we don't belong to each other anymore and now I realize that love is not pink but black💔💔
