COLOURS OF US

💗Dear Julie...

In a world where colors were veiled, hidden from most eyes, my reality was no different than monochrome. The world was like a lifeless canvas, painted in shades of gray. But an urban legend has always been whispered of a phenomenon - when soulmates met, colors would burst forth, revealing the vibrancy of life.

For years, I wandered through this desaturated world, searching for the one who would bring colours to my life. I would often find myself lost in thought, pondering if the roses were indeed just a dull green and brown, or if nature's palette was more vast.

Maybe the trees whispered secrets of emerald green, the oceans sang songs of cerulean blue, and the mountains stood tall in majestic granite hues. Maybe the stars twinkled like diamonds in the velvet blackness, and the moon glowed with a soft, ethereal light. But I never truly saw them, never experienced the world in all its chromatic glory.

For a moment, I thought that maybe the world was indeed a debord of colors, overflowing with vibrancy and life. But as I heard the people who believe in the legend, testify rather a different and vibrant world to the usual dull I see.

Everybody told me I'd never find my soulmate, that nobody would love me for who I am. They said I'd wander alone, forever lost in the shadows. And somewhere I believed as well. But then, you walked into my life like a gentle breeze on a summer day, bringing with you a symphony of colors that I had never known existed.

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That day,I stared blankly at the chalkboard, trying to focus on the lesson. But my eyes kept drifting toward the door, wondering when the new student would arrive. Rumors had been circulating about a transfer student joining our class, and I couldn't help but feel a spark of curiosity.

The moment you stepped into my life, it felt like you weren't just entering the classroom, but walking into my world like a gentle breeze on a summer day, bringing with you a symphony of colors that I had never known existed.

I noticed how your eyes sparkled as you smiled, and the world around me transformed. The dull grays and monotones faded away, replaced by vibrant hues and radiant colors. It was as if your smile was the only key which could have unlocked this hidden palette. Because suddenly, everything was alive with color and light.

The drab walls of the hallway now burst with warm tones, like terracotta and golden brown. The fluorescent lights above became a kaleidoscope of twinkling stars, casting a mesmerizing glow. Even the air seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly sheen, like the gentle rustle of iridescent wings.

You were the brushstroke of color that filled my life with radiance and joyous masterpiece. Your presence was like a ray of sunshine, illuminating every corner of my existence and filling it with vibrancy and life.

You took your seat, and I found myself stealing glances. Your presence was like a ray of sunshine, illuminating every corner of my existence.As the class progressed, I got lost in thought, imagining scenarios where I'd get to know you better. Maybe we'd bond over shared interests or collaborate on a project.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the class. I approached you with a mind racing with several questions at once: Should I talk to her? What if she says no? Does she find me approaching like this as friendly?

"Hi," she said, trying to sound casual. But I know it was not a smooth one. "I'm Roma. Welcome to our class." Trust me, questions never stopped.

Will she feel ok to talk to me? Will she even talk to me?

As you looked up and smiled,my doubts lingered: Am I ever being polite? Will she find it rude?

"Hey, thanks! I'm Julie,"

'JULIE' wow it's just such a nice name. Shh... no no I am not gonna say that, it sounds so cheesy. So what should I ask her? Do I ask her about the class? Should I try to make small talk?

I further asked, "How's the transition going so far?" hoping to break the ice.

"It's been okay, I guess," you said, shrugging. "Just getting used to the new school and classmates."

We chatted for a bit. It was nothing much, just some random questions but somehow in those questions as well I found myself enjoying your company, and before I knew it, the hallway was empty.

"Want to grab a snack with me?" I asked, hoping to prolong our conversation.

"Sure, that sounds like fun," you said, smiling.

And just like that, we took our first step toward becoming friends.

As I got to know you, I realized that you were my soulmate, my missing piece. With you, the world was vibrant, pulsating with life. The roses weren't just flowers; they were an open explosion of fiery reds, delicate pinks, and soft whites.

Every moment with you was a discovery of new shades, new textures, and new emotions. The world was no longer a dull, monotonous gray; it was a masterpiece of hues and emotions, waiting to be explored and cherished. You are my color, my vibrancy, my sunshine.

The roses weren't just flowers; they were an explosion of fiery reds, delicate pinks, and soft whites. The sunsets weren't just warm; they were a breathtaking canvas of blazing oranges, deep purples, and gentle peaches. Every moment with you was a discovery of new shades, new textures, and new emotions. The world was no longer a dull, monotonous gray; it was a masterpiece of hues and emotions, waiting to be explored and cherished.

I don't know why you happened to me, why fate chose to bring us together. But I'm grateful for every moment we've shared, every laugh, every tear, every whispered promise. With you, every day is a celebration of life, love, and art.

You brought harmony to my world, the melody that completes the symphony of my heart. With you, the world is no longer a dull, monotonous hum; it's a vibrant, pulsating rhythm that resonates deep within my soul. You are my everything.

But sometimes I introspect, Is 6 months enough to know if you are the one for me? Is it enough to decide if we are a perfect pair just because we could become good friends? Is it enough to claim you in any appropriate way as mine? Because you too are a individual who can decide what you want.

Sometimes, I think about the possibilities of confessing my feelings to you, but the fear of rejection lingered. What if you didn't feel the same way? What if our friendship would never be the same?Do you even see the colors and vibrancy that I saw when I found you? Or am I  just be a dull, monotonous presence in your life?

Maybe I was just being selfish, thinking that you would accept me the way I am, with all my flaws and imperfections.

The what-ifs haunted me, leaving me wondering if it was worth taking the risk. Would you say yes if I confessed my feelings? Or would it be a gentle letdown, leaving me heartbroken but wiser?

Maybe you don't see me in a different light,see me as the one. I don't know if you'll ever see me the way I see you. Maybe the way I see you is just a reflection of my own hopes and dreams. Maybe it's not the real you, but a version I've created in my mind.

You know sometimes I even doubt that you even see me as your friend or I'm just a fleeting moment, a brief distraction in your life?

The uncertainty was both exhilarating and terrifying. I couldn't shake off the feeling that I might lose something precious if I spoke my truth. Yet, the possibility of gaining something more profound kept me pondering the what-ifs, hoping to find a way to find out of this fog of dilemma and make me reach you, my sunshine.

Despite the doubts, I know that I've never felt this way about anyone before. The way you make me feel is like a symphony of emotions, a kaleidoscope of colors. It's like my heart is singing a song that I've never heard before.

Maybe the way I see you is wrong. Maybe it's just a fantasy, a dream that will shatter when reality sets in. But for now, I'll hold onto the hope that one day you will see me in your colourful world. That maybe, just maybe, we'll find a love that's as vibrant and beautiful as the colors that fill this world.