When I was little, we used to hear stories about what it was like to see colors. Adults liked to tell us that it was the most wonderful thing. Instead of the grayscale world most children lived in (a lucky few got to know the brilliance of the bright red of a fire engine and the sharp green of lively grass), there were vibrant, incredible colors everywhere. They didn't do any justice in describing what it was like to see them, though. How could anyone? That's like trying to describe to a blind person what a tree looks like. No matter how many times you do it, until they climb the tree - see for themselves - they'll never understand.
When a person met his or her soulmate, however . . . there was no longer any need for description. All of a sudden, the gray faded out, inviting in splashes of color here and there, until the whole world looked bright and new. Ordinary things such as an apple became fascinating, simply because of the beauty of the new tints and shades available to the eye.
When I was sixteen, and I shook hands with a man and learned the brilliance of colors, my whole world changed. Suddenly, the earth was flooded with an array of colors, and a slew of new problems were presented to me. I was sixteen, and he was twenty-six; and as if that wasn't bad enough, he lived two thousand miles away. We couldn't be together . . . but we couldn't be apart, either, could we?
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Storie d'amoreA boy named Reed is reading at a broken fountain. A girl named Calypso desperately wants to know why his eyes are so sad. She would have never guessed the path her life would go when she asked. In this incredible tale of searching for your forever...
