Did they lock us in, or did we lock them out?

I loved everything about him, right down to the wallet he carried in his back pocket. And that's life. Sometimes you can't help but loose yourself, swallowed so completely that you loose sight of the light that rests on the reality of your life. At times I would find myself drowning in him and the memories of us until I landed back on my feet in a world of consciousness and realised that you can't really be alive while you allow yourself to be submerged in the past. You were the warmest colour that I ever knew. It's nice to know that we loved each other once upon a time.