the final meeting

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the next time i seen you was three years after the first meeting. it was my 25th birthday and i was buying some coffee. you were sitting waiting at the end for your coffee and you looked so miserable, and i wondered how someone who had the privilege to see color could be so sad. how you could you possibly be sad when the world was so beautiful, when there was so much to love and be grateful for. i decided that i wanted to see if I'd still seen color, i knew it was very unlikely that i wouldn't, but i wanted to try. maybe if i didn't that mean that there was still hope. i didn't want to go through life alone and in the dark.

so i 'accidentally' bumped into you and i seen color. I was about to apologize when you looked straight at me and asked,  "do you see it too?"

i just stood there frozen. i didn't know what to say, i had waited three years, three years where i thought I'd never be with my soulmate. tears gathered in my eyes as i looked up at you and said, "i always have."

i seen it in you eyes, you remember the times we'd met and you looked so sad. you told me how much you wished you'd seen them sooner. you explained about how much brighter everything was, even brighter than when you were with her. then you put your hand on my face, bent down and kissed me.
when we break apart it's like seeing for the first time, everything is brighter, lighter, happier. i couldn't even remember what life was like before that. my friends had tried to explain how it felt to meet your soulmate and actually be with them, but nothing they said was as amazing as this. before when we touched the color would disappear as soon as we let go, but now it stayed. now we both see, and we always will.

i laid my head against your chest with a smile on my face whispering, "i always have." as you hugged me tighter than ever.

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