I see the colors for what they are; delicate and beautiful, though I'll never stop dreaming in black and white."

When I wasn't a child anymore, I stopped seeing colors. Not literally, I could see them perfectly fine. But I couldn't appreciate them. I started to do everything in black and white. I walked, the floor was in black and white. I wrote, the ink turned black against the pale page. When I played my music, I would close my eyes and the notes played against my eyelids in monochrome. I dreamt in black and white.

When I was a child, my world was vivid. Blues where bluer, greens where greener, reds where brilliantly and fantastically red! But I grew up. And nothing was very red or green or blue anymore. I put my brightly colored toys away, and I left my old picture books to little cousins.

I liked that I wasn't a little girl any more. I used to like little girl things, but I put them all away.

So, I lived in black and white. I dreamt in black and white.

I fell in love once.

But, everything was still colorless. When I fell out of love, my monotint life blurred. I was out of focus.
He hurt my heart, and I think that's why.

He hurt my slowly beating heart, took out all the little muscles one by one until it just stopped beating all together. He filled the little nooks and crannies in my heart with compliments and affirmations and then r i p p e d them all out. My dreams got even more colorless. Not just black and white, but grey. Everything was grey. Now the camera lens in front of my eyes was all foggy. And the whole color problem.

I was fading.

Then, when I met you, things came back into focus. I started to come back to life. But most of all, I saw colors. Not quite as brightly as they used to be, but they where there.

I see your skin (it's beautiful, by the way), it is snowwhite-pale

I see your eyes, they are fleckedwithgreen-grey.
(like your father's)

I see your hair, it is - blond.
(like your father's)

I'm getting better, I think. I feel the strongest when your hand is grasped tightly in mine, I don't feel like I'm going to fade away when you're holding me tightly. I see. Your love is what gives me colors now. And, I see the colors for what they are; delicate and beautiful, though I'll never stop dreaming in black and white.