Color Blind

As a child of seven years old, Jasper could recall wondering why the world was so dull and ashen, while others described it as beautifully blue or flourishing green. Color to him had many names, yellow, rose, auburn, orange, blue, violet, and the occasional rainbow. Yet what he saw, matched sullen a color but a shade, in particular, he knew all too well as grey.
Years passed and he entered into his teens when his fifteen-year-old self contemplated still, on why he was so different from those around him. Still, he only saw in the bland shades of white and black with the in-between of different grey's, although he had learned that colors as others called them, had significantly different textures that differentiated each from the other. Jasper took up writing as a constant daily and engrossed himself in it. With every thought he painted a page, with every dream he wrote a novel and with every wish, he sang a poet's song with the sound of a pencil on a page.
Jasper continued to search for a reason to his uniqueness and still, now the age of nineteen and his last year of high school, his bullet list of questions remained unanswered. That was until he met the boy with blue eyes.