Everything is black and white. All the eyes in the world have always been plagued with this emptiness of seeing color. Just like everyone else, all I’ve seen in my sixteen years on this dull earth is black and white. There are a few, rare, people who have seen the world in this thing called color. My grandparents have, the only people I have ever known to see them.
When I was a little girl I would sit on my grandfather's lap and ask him what it’s like to see the world so differently. His face would light up and his lips would curl into a smile, all while his eyes were fixed on my grandmother. He told me that colors were like an empty book filled in with emotions. Whenever he would try to tell me what color looked like, he would tell me to imagine a new emotion. One day we told me to close my eyes and imagine someone I love. The emotion I felt for them was to become the color red. I tried so hard, but minutes passed and all I could imagine was colorless. I thought it was odd, I loved my family and I loved my friends, but I never could picture any of the colors my grandfather described.
I was always too young to understand what he meant by this, but he believed one day I would understand. With all of my heart I wish I could understand what he meant when he tried to show me this aspect of his life.
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Colors
RomanceIn this world there is no color, nothing but black and white. That is, unless you're lucky enough to see it. Love is the only way to see these magical aspects of the world.
