It was my 21st birthday when it happened.
The colors came .
They say it happens once you turn that age,
And both of you have to be 21 or more to see the colors.
I was going to see Eric, my best friend, or crush, at the new club in downtown London.
I could see him and his friend group from down the road when it hit.
The colors came.
Oh how I hoped it was him.
My Eric, the boy I've loved for years, but had never have had the courage to tell.
You see I live in a world of black, gray, and white.
And color only comes when you meet your soulmate.
It's beautiful really,
Especially when you experience it for yourself.
I thought it was my best friend.
We were both of age now.
It would have been perfect,
Long time friends now soul mates.
Everyone expected it.
But when I pulled him aside to confront him,
He stared at me like I lost my mind.
He still saw in black and white.
He laughed in my face.
It wasn't him.
It was the man next to him;
The one with a bandanna and a smirk on his lips,
His green eyes blazing while he stared at me,
And my whole life lightened up.
I wanted to tell him that I knew his favorite book, and his coffee order, and the way he clicked his pen when he was deep in thought. I wanted to tell him I knew that he sleeps on the right side of the bed and eats on the left side of the table. I wanted to tell him that I knew his worries, dreams and fears. I wanted to tell him that I knew he loved me too.
I wanted to see his laugh, and know that I was the reason. I wanted to make him smile, just to see those dimples that lay heavenly on his face. I wanted his eyes to light up in joy- I wanted to see him happy.
I wanted to tell him that I prided myself in the fact that I had memorized all the freckles on his skin, how his freckles birthmarks created their own galaxies of planets and stars.
I wanted to tell him I would be there for him, on the bad days too. I wanted to tell him he could call be at 3:46 in the morning and just complain, I'd completely understand.
I wanted to tell him that he had completely beguiled me; that he was my entire world. I wanted to tell him that I love him more than anything I had ever known.
I wanted to run to him, to hug him. I wanted him to wrap his arms around me and never let me go. I wanted to never leave him. I wanted to rule by his side, as his Luna.
Instead, I just turned my back in order to not let anyone see my tears.
I walked away from the love of my life, for what? For fate? For destiny? Or for some foolish trick that I was walking myself into?
No matter the reason, I walked away from him with tears in my eyes and sorrow in my heart. I never wanted to walk away again.
He was my mate and all I wanted was him.