colorblind

When I saw him for the first time, the world began to change.

I was sitting alone in the library, studying late thursday night for my exam, when he walked in. I glanced up. He had a tall figure and wide smile, but most striking were his eyes. They weren't gray like everyone else's. Then I noticed the rest of the room begin to turn; black, white, and gray becoming richer, vibrant colors.

I gasped and whispered, "It's so beautiful."

What is?" he asked, giving me a weird look and laughing.

"The world. All the colors. Can't you see them?"

"It still looks the same to me."

The world changed for me, but it didn't for him.