I think you can love people the same amount, but in different ways. It sounds confusing but if it’s compared to colors it should be easier to understand. Your color would be green, since that was your favorite color. It’s the color of the tall sweet grass we laid down laughing in the rain at school, the grass stains on your football gear, the color of the sea when we went on the ferry to meet my parents. Our love was green. It was the brightest green in the color spectrum. The brightest shade of green is white, and maybe love is white and maybe the next person I love will be the brightest shade of blue, red or yellow. But whatever they may be, they will never be green. You will always be my green. And I am done with the color green.
Green is my favorite color. I can never be done with it….