Life was gray. My old sweatshirt I always wore. The room I lived in. The city that life carried on in.
Except for you. You added color to my life of gray. You added light to my life of darkness.
It was a Tuesday when I met you. The sun wasn't shining through the gray clouds. I was heading to my poetry club. Nothing stood out from that day other than you appearing in it. The building I walked into was an old brick building. While waiting for everyone else to arrive, I probably fell asleep.
We must have been discussing a poem someone brought in. One thing will always stand out when I think of you.
"The mention of darkness in this writing represents death, but some accept it, and others don't." Others nodded along thoughtfully. "Does anyone wish to add anything?" You raised your hand.
"I feel that the author mentioning how some accept death and others don't symbolizes possible mindsets. You can look forward to the future and focus on your happiness, but others might focus on the negative things. The mention of darkness in this is the negative things, but I feel as if the author should have included something about the opposite end of the scale."
The day I met you, you were wearing a yellow jacket with your hair up. I loved that about you. No matter the weather, you're hair was always up, without a strand out of place.
"Good idea. I'll mark down that you said that Mr….?"
"Lafayette."
And all of your names. Good God.
Your eyes were warm brown. Your smile could lift a thousand spirits.
Minutes passed of the club, and all I could see was you. Maybe that's why I don't remember pretty much anything else. That day was a blur and you were the only thing in focus.
Minutes later, or so it seemed, we left. I silently slipped out and head back to my dorm. Lafayette came running up to me, his smile nearly blinding me.
"Hey! I wanted to catch you before you left but you were too fast. Either I have a stain on my shirt, or you were checking me out in poetry club today."
I laughed nervously, and a fluttery feeling formed in my stomach. "Heh, yeah. It's not that big of a deal. I'm Hercules!" I have no idea why I was so enthusiastic. Lafayette seemed fine with it. He shook my hand and reached over.
"Give me your phone for a sec. I'll put in my phone number."
I couldn't like him already, but what wasn't there to like? He had a winning smile, beautiful eyes, kind, intelligent…
"I'll see you around!"
I waved as he left. If only I knew what I had gotten myself into. That was going to be my downfall.
Don't get attached too quickly.