Short Stories sent from the grave

My Shade of Color blindness

MY SHADE OF COLOR BLINDNESS

How could I be so blind? To me now it seems so obvious but in the beginning, I was a fool being played for dramatic irony behind the audience of my life.

You came into my life, fate bringing us together, like a sinister jester, and brought life into me. Despite everything that happened, I was loyal to you and everything you had given me.

You and I instantly became friends, best buddies, the part of me that completed some puzzle piece I had lost so long ago. Even when everyone else drifted away, I still had you, and your infectious laugh.

You had told me the whole story of your life. All the twists and turns, all the horrible, yet comedic things you had done, the crimes you had committed because you knew no better, the unique life you led, and yet there was beauty in all of it.

But it was all a lie. Every part. Like a narrator to a story you told as reality. It took a very slow realization. At first, I believed I was just betraying your trust. I was connecting dots that didn't exist. I was the investigator to a crime that never happened.

But more clues began popping up. More testimony put your entire credibility on the line. But even after I genuinely believed you had lied about your entire life, I still stuck with you. I kept it to myself.

But you decided to leave me for dead. You left my life, just as everyone else had. You feigned it as just two friends finally drifting apart, but I don't believe you.

How could I? I was colorblind to your true colors. What I thought was a flowing, red heart was actually full of a black void. I hate you. And yet, I still care about you. I want nothing more than for you to feel even an ounce of what I've felt because of you. And yet, I want you to be happy.

In my own sick twisted mind, I'll always find a way to care about you. My own color blindness will never go away. Even after everything that has happened,

I hope you're okay.