That morning, was one of those mornings that I wish I could hit the snooze button and go back to bed for the rest of the day. But I couldn't. Sigh. I got up and headed toward the mirror to brush my hair. And then headed toward the closet to pick out my clothes for the day. "A random shirt will do I guess." I said to myself. I had no idea what color it was, but as I put it on I realized what shirt it was. I quickly took it off and got another shirt. I carefully looked at it and then put it on. But the thought of that day burned in my mind. My eighteenth birthday.

"But I'll never see color again, you can't do this to me!" I had cried.

"Do I look like I care?" James said.

"What did I ever do to you James! I thought you loved me!"

"You think someone like me would ever in a million years love someone like you?"

"No.. Not at first! You showed me that you loved me and.." I trailed off.

" Well maybe you were so stupidly in love with me that you didn't even notice I despised you!" And then he was gone like that. And took my sight of color with him.