It was the same dull grey as it had been for twenty years, just black and white, I watched friends gush about how wonderful the world looked in colour, how they would stare into their soulmate’s eyes endlessly as they were something that granted them the ability to see the world in all of its beauty.

Not for me, colours were only something I’d heard about, I had hoped for so long that I’d also see the colours that everyone fell in love with, especially the colour of my soulmate’s eyes. Wherever they might be and whenever we might meet. I lost hope as the years passed and I watched people I’d known for so long fall in love with something that I couldn’t see, leaving my colourless world behind to live in their own filled with love and light.