Touching him was like realizing all you ever wanted was right there in front of you 
Memorizing him was as easy as knowing all the words to your old favorite song 
Fighting with him was like trying to solve a crossword and realizing there's no right answer 
Regretting him was like wishing you'd never found out that love could be that strong 
Losing him was blue, like I've never known 
Missing him was dark grey, all alone 
Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met 
But loving him was red, loving him was red.