Neon green.

You may fade but you will never fully disappear. You linger along me every single day, you stay positioned so nicely on my wrist; the brightest of color triggers the vividest of memories.

It's not the beautifulest of jewelry yet forever it will be cherished for the sentimental value. It's is beautiful to me because it was created from the very hands that held me tightly. It was not created from a manufactured store, there are no replica of it aside from the one you wear. The very strings that you caress everyday it is made out of: your yo-yo strings. I remember the text you sent along with the picture of it caught me by surprised never had I new a boy like you could make something so delicate. The day we parted ways I tore it off, I threw it onto the floor hoping it would shatter into million of pieces. Sadly, string is not glass. I told you I didn't want it anymore, you simply said "I noticed." The next week I needed something of you to keep me sane for the jacket I wore nightly was given back so I went to find the bracelet. I held it tightly in my hand, I inspected for any signs of tear gladly, there were none. I put it on and have had it on to this very day. I'd like to think that you still wear yours as a last gesture to me, a reminder of how our story went.

I still miss you to this very day. Four months later I still miss you.

You have a girlfriend now. You happy now, you have forgotten completely about me. The way you frown when you look at me offers me the saddest feelings. You walk past me even when you see me looking; how can one be so cruel to a person who loves him so?