My whole life, up until I met her, I lived in black in white. And once I did meet her, everything suddenly turned to color. I'm not saying everything was rainbows and butterflies, nothing ever was, but everything was just seemingly better once she took a step into my life.
Like, you know how right before a hurricane theres this insane amount of calm before the calamity?
If you wanted to physically meet that aberrant amount of serenity, all you had to do was glance at her and you just know.
When I met her, I could see life in color, and it was just fucking amazing. And no, I don't mean that I was colorblind and suddenly by some miraculous force of nature I could was now not color blind. I mean that I learned to live. I learned to not give a shit about what other people thought. She helped me get over my social anxiety, and I learned to do things because I wanted to and it would make me happy, not someone else.
She was my soulmate, and I was sure of it.
But the real story here, does not start in that sweet placidity before the hurricane, no. It starts right when it hits.
Right when you least expect it.
