Dull monotone greys blurred together through everyday life. Emotionless and whithering.
The shades barley changing, everything faded into one socially acceptable package.
Dull.
Dreary.
With the occasional smudge of something or someone ghastly.
Nothing new, nothing exceptional.
It was like me.
It was blind.
But, Colour blind.
Then a flash of a colour behind my unseeing eyes. Blaine.
My match. The colour that mingled so perfectly with mine that the shade of our connection eclipsed everything around us and made the rest of the world seem translucent.
The colours slowly began the brighten into pastels as we solidified our friendship. Sparks of fiery coloured passion and the deep crimsons of passionate love began to appear on the canvas. But only to weave in and out in the background of the masterpiece.
The strokes were not yet perfect and the lines were slightly wobbly as my faith in humanity and destiny wavered.
Until that day.
That letter in Braille that Blaine had given me and stayed with whilst I read. I now considered that note golden.
Kurt,
I do not trust myself to tell you this out loud. It's almost ironic. I don't trust sound. And you can't trust sight.
Since the day I met you I knew. I knew you owned my heart. I felt like it was flying like you had taken it in your angel wings and flew away with it. It felt free. It felt like it was soaring. I felt like you had been there forever. Before we we're even brought to earth. In another life all together.
You couldn't see me. Yet you've found me once more. You found things inside me I never knew I had. You brought my walls down and I could feel the tumble of bricks shake my soul.
I went to heaven with you that day Kurt and we've been there ever since. It had just taken me so time to get my bearings of what is right in front of me.
I'm in love with Kurt. And when you sung that song today...
Kurt there is a moment when you say to yourself 'Oh there you are, I've been looking for you forever.' Watching you sing Blackbird this week... That was the moment for me, about you. You moved me Kurt. And waiting for you to finish this letter is just an excuse to spend more time with you.
I love you Kurt.
Yours always,
Blaine.
He whispered the second to last phrase his breath blowing across my lips. The light breeze of his voice turned my cheeks a rosy pink as glowing balls or something shiny and warm gathered in the pit of my stomach.
Our lives met again through our lips.
An explosion of light.
Colours. Everywhere.
Some trembling weakly. Some shooting stars brighter than any ever witnessed; in this world, in this life time. Some hitting a higher crescendo than you'd ever thought possible. Others simply nestled softly in the background. They didn't shout out as many poignant phrases as their piers but they were there. They played their part. They had as much of right to be here with us than anything else.
Their subtle tones we're more captivating in my eyes than the harshness and intensity of the blatant.
And they swam together in the sky their distinct personalities mingling, creating, progressing. I'd never thought of a better metaphor for humanity since that moment.
The scared, the oppressed, the successful, the ones who changed the world for eternity. Whichever way they were, whichever way they became, every soul began with that same flash of light.
And it was beautiful.
The world was beautiful.
This man in my arms was beautiful. If I should only feel that for that one moment, it was enough for me to live forever.