by Rachel Lynch in

red13red6red5red14red2red4red12red11red1red3red10red9red8red7"Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street. Faster than the wind. Passionate as sin, ending so suddenly.

Loving him is like trying to change your mind once you're already flying through the free fall. Like the colors in autumn, so bright just before they lose it all.

Losing him was blue like I'd never known. Missing him was dark grey all alone. Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you've never met.

But loving him was red."

red lace romper by Missguided

jewelry by Sequin-NYC

red moon sunglasses by Wildfox

shoes by YRU

photos by MDL