Her

I am in this world
Where every single thing is black and white
Where everyone is dull
Dull and dead inside.
Where everyday I walk to work
Walk to home
Walk to work and walk to home.
Not minding about anything.
Not caring about anyone.
One day, I walk again
Walk to work then walk to a shop.
Where they roast down some black thing
Where every corner smells lovely
Where I met someone
Bumped into her
And I saw something different for a second we touched.
I smiled.
Not knowing what that was.
Maybe it's just in my head.
But the next day, I walk.
Not to work but to that specific shop.
Thinking that maybe I can see that thing again
Maybe I can touch her again.
I wait. And suddenly she's there, from afar.
I walk. Walk to her.
"Can I touch you?" I said.
She looked confused. But she smiled.
"First, give me one cup of pitch black."
I immediately ordered the flavor.
We sat together.
We talk. We sip. We laugh. We touch.
And I saw it.
I touched her fingers again.
I didn't see black or white.
I saw different pigments of colors.
They're bright. They're unique.
It's beautiful. She's beautiful.
I look at the counter.
Look at the cup.
Look at the windows.
Look outside.
For the first time, in my whole existence,
Nothing is dull. Nothing is dead.
Everything is just plain beautiful.
From this moment onwards, I wait for her.
Wait in the shop.
Wait outside her work.
Wait outside her house.
We were happy. We felt alive.
Then, curiously, I asked her
"Do you see this?"
"See what?" she said.
"Everything. When we're together, nothing is monochromatic. It's.. It's beautiful." I whispered.
"What are you talking about? We're all black and white."
I froze.
I cried.
Because I thought I'm seeing everything with her.