I had to tell her.
I didn’t know if it was real and mutual or just a figment of my imagination. But I had to tell her all the same.
I wanted her to know that before her my life had been a soulless, colourless. Relentlessly boring in its entirety.
Though she had stepped into my life straight from my nightmares, she was a vision woven from the fragments of my dreams.
Before her, all I had ever known was the bleak gray of utter hopelessness but with her by my side in these few days, I had seen the blushing red of anticipation- the colour of her lips mixed in with a streak of yellow that was her lilting laugh, woven in threads of black so dark ,so rich just like her hair spilled on my pillow.
She was a vision in technicolour set against the backdrop of my black and white world.
Somehow when she was with me, my heart pounded in my chest and blood flowed through my veins with a purpose, with a vigor. I had always resented the inability to stop my heart. But standing here with Mara, her heart creating a symphony with mine, I was grateful, grateful that I had this chance to be with her.
And as long as it was in my power, I wouldn’t let her go.
Now that I’ve seen the riot of colours that is her, I can’t go back to being a blank canvas.
