There are people who move through life without ever seeing colors. Not in the literal sense, but in the quiet emotional way that makes everything feel pale. Days pass without texture. Moments feel thin. You learn to live inside a world that never surprises you. You convince yourself that this is what life is supposed to feel like. You do not know what you are missing, so you do not know how to long for anything different.
Then someone arrives and everything shifts. They do not just show you colors. They show you the kind of beauty that makes your chest feel warm. Suddenly the world feels alive. You notice the way sunlight rests on their face. You hear softness in their voice that makes ordinary words feel like something precious. You feel colors in the way they laugh, in the way they look at you, in the way they make you feel seen. Life becomes bright in a way you never imagined. You start to understand what it means to feel awake.
But colors do not stay when the person who brought them into your life walks away. When they leave, everything fades. You return to the old world of muted tones, but it is not the same as before. It hurts now. It aches. It feels unbearable because you know what colors look like. You know how beautiful life can be. You know what it feels like to have your heart open instead of guarded. You try to go back to the way things were, but you cannot unknow what you have seen.
So you carry the memory of colors inside you. You carry the softness they brought. You carry the ache of losing it. Maybe one day colors will return in a different form. Maybe they will come from someone new or from a part of yourself you have not discovered yet. But for now, you live with the quiet truth that you once saw beauty, and you once felt alive, and you once knew what it meant to see the world in color.
