[ WP ] The entire world is colorless - unless you 're touching your soulmate .

I can hardly remember color. 
 
 It's been three years and I still find myself reaching for somebody that is n't there. The world is dull, lifeless, drab. It's a wasteland of perfectly engineering sky scrapers and meticulously planned city spaces. Every day I pass a park, and wonder who put it together. The most successful people are the lucky ones. Occasionally I see them pass by, arm in arm as they take in the beauty that the other lovers put together just for them. I find myself hating those people more as each day goes on. 
 
 Seven years ago, on a day much like this one, I met a girl on my walk to work. It had been a chance meeting, almost magical in its simple coincidence. I rode on the subway for part of my commute, and as the car jostled this way and that my hand brushed hers on the rail. 
 
 Like a star going supernova, colors burst into my vision. The seats on the subway were blue. The girl whose hair I had only ever seen as a light gray turned out to be blonde. 
 
 That beautiful blonde was the light of my life for a time. We went everywhere together. There were countless dates, countless smiles. Now those times were so far away, so distant that even pictures could n't bring the colors to mind. I tried to remember, but was broken out of my thoughts by a voice. 
 
 `` Jakob?'' 
 
 I shook my head to dispel those thoughts and went to the counter. My hand reached out without direction to grasp the coffee cup. My hand brushed the barista's fingers and everything changed. I looked in to her eyes and was speechless. Her expression mirrored my own, and finally I had to think of something to break the silence. 
 
 `` Your eyes... they're green.''
