when her white became red

Days went by and the nights weren't spent in bar anymore and I felt it wasn't that much of a wreck as i thought it will be, but it's still not good. He became a part of routine and the smiles were coming to my lips at the thought of him. He was not just a passerby or a one night stand, he became the person i like. But only just that, I only knew i liked him. i didn't knew nothing else even his name i never asked and he never told me, but he called me by my name. I knew that much by that moment, I was naive . He was a virus and I was letting it setting it's trap inside my very veins and knew one day they will burst and I won't be able to go on anymore as I did before but still I stayed. Hoping one day I will ask all the questions that I needed to know the answers to but that day never came, I was spent and left all the while I was in a daze. By the time it was over, I felt this was it. I only I act more naively he wouldn't leave me I won't be branded as the mistress and the snippets of him I remembered won't have any pain lingered. Every moment I felt I was being strangled. The mess I was in was too big. He wasn't letting me be. One night caused me lifetime. He, a beautiful but deadly scenery, I cried everytime those flashbacks came by. I thought love was something I knew but always wondered how it felt but now this false pretend has made me a wreck. he never said goodbyes just left me, only to comeback while saying he's sorry. I thought he'll change I thought we won't be in vain. He knew it too, I was in constant blue.