I've always loved the stories where the world is black and white until you meet your soulmate. It's one of the most realistic tropes.
Each and every human on this earth has a color pallet.
Often times is bleeds into their clothes and belongings.
That is the only time you can see it.
Unless of course you love the person.
They are black and white, until you've peeled back enough layers so see the rainbow underneath.
I think that's what we look for in love.
The colors of the soul.
We search for it in each other's eyes and bodies, but it can only be found in the moments when the search is on pause and the person shows it to you.
That's when you love them most.
When you can see and love and hold their colors.
