They say that smells,colors or even sounds can trigger memories or feelings from a while back.

For me its the color yellow. Its not so much a feeling, but a memory that triggers a feeling. b/c yellow, it broke my heart. every one knew about yellow. we were good together, but we werent actually together, we were as he would say " friend enemies" but we were a little more. and we wanted more, but neither was strong enough. now i say i hate that color, but i dont. i say i hate him, but i dont. i hate what he unintentionally did. and how i heard that he said something about me to a friend, and tried to say that is the reason he wouldnt ask me out. yet every day he visted me for like a month after i got out of the hospital. i was able to talk to him, tell him things i wouldnt dare tell my friends, and he listened like they wouldnt, and gave me good advice, and i took it. but the secound his friends walked in we would jump up from the table and curse eachother like there was no tomarrow. he locked me in that very room, and as he did so, he looked me in the eyes threw the glass, the look in his eyes said " i have to do this, you know it is a joke, if i dont we will never live it down, and they will all know how we feel." the look in mine said " i know, why the hell do u think im not killing you right now like i would if someone else was doing it". he ran down the hall way, and as i got out i ran after him, but slow so i wouldnt catch him. later we talked when we went back to the school grounds, it wasnt anything intense, just normal,but we still had that connection and knew where we stood. but now, i still love yellow, somewhere in the back of my heart, but i would never tell it or go to it, i felt betrayed by the one i realy thought i loved, and it wasnt b/c i thought i needed love, it was b/c he was there for me, maybe that was the wrong reason. i didnt love yellow, b/c who it was, but i loved it b/c who it was when it was around me. im not gonna say it was love anymore, b/c now i think i only love yelow as a great friend, even though i refuse to go near it. nothing has been the same since then, i dont really let myself get attached to anyone b/c no one knows what tomarrow holds in store. but i usually dont think of yellow unless i seee it, or something yellow. now my mind is busy not sleeping b/c it worries over someone i don't know, which is worse, but atleast im not living in the past. xoxo or xxoo, which ever u prefer, because im two quarters and a heart down and i dont wanna forget how your voice sounds, and these words are all i have so i right them, but i actually really do need them toget by more than u will ever know.(yes, that was kinda a fob quote, but come on, they explain it so good, or atleaste plkw3 does.) and sorry for typos, to lazy to actualy reread this, and use spell check.