The heart rate deposits at busy making me feel okay yourself. What color to paint my feelings now?

I remember a promise? Cross-wind softly tapping feet, pushing each other without one glance looked back! Just like two parallel lines connecting the endless nostalgia.
The promise that I have never forgotten. I hid myself in the rain white, slightly translucent low a pain sometimes!
Nurturing distance, they cower for fear of injury. But maybe you are not really strong, and then you find yourself back on the "distance" was only to follow his shadow!
The heart rate deposits at busy making me feel okay yourself.
What color to paint my feelings now? Should I step further, should love him or stopped looking backward choose a private entrance where there is no rain wet hair?
Will you wait for me the words he promised? Then you'll get past the constant wait to challenge myself again.
Please do not leave me squirming between the pain of memories and current fears!