True colors run red

Sometimes it just ends. The moment has passed. The friendship is over. The memories, like those of a destroyed marriage, eventually just fall off the edge of your mind like the relationship never even existed. The partnership was never one of equality or even like-mindedness. You continually gave and they consumed every ounce like a thief  gorging on your selfless generosity. True colors are not always beautiful but they are detrimentally vivid. You don't feel good or bad about the demise. You just feel indifferent which speaks volumes in itself.  Before long, you feel absolutely nothing. Nothing at all. A sense of undeniable peace and contentment wraps your entire being like a warm blanket. A newfound freedom prevails. You realize red never was your color.