Colors.

Ever since I've read that word in a book I found in the attic when I was ten, it's been on my head like a tattoo. I've never heard anyone say that, it's strange because it felt familiar somehow.

Then when I was 13, we went to my grandpa's town and met a strange old lady while hiding from my cousins, we we're playing hide and seek. My cousin is taking awhile finding me so I sat on a grass, looking up at the sky and keeps muttering the word 'colors', wondering what it meant.

That's when this strange lady came up to me, I saw enthusiasm in her eyes. As if finally she heard the numbers that would make her win the lottery, that kind of look. She asked me to repeat what I said.

"Colors?" I sounded hesitant but when I saw her face turned soft when she heard it again, I relaxed a bit. I'm about to get terrified.

"It's been a while since I heard that. Since I've seen what it looks like." She said, while looking away. I furrowed my brows and got curious. 
"What does it look like?"

"It looks like the world but not with those eyes of yours right now."
I got very confused and intended to ask more but she continued saying things that doesn't make sense to me back then.

"The oceans color was blue, that's all I could remember. Other colors looks just the same in my memory. It's been years. I forgot what they look like." 

"I don't understand."

"You will. At some point in your life you will. Everything you see right now is not everything yet because it doesn't feel like everything. You'll know the difference someday." 

Fifteen years later, that point in my life came. I finally saw the color of the ocean. It was the same as the sky. It felt different. She was right. I remembered how I started feeling different about everything. 

All my life I've only seen blacks and whites and grays. It all felt dull. I never knew the difference of everything I'm seeing, it's all the same.

It all feels empty.

Then came you.

For the first time I saw the color of the sun. It feels warm.