He was seeing through a kaleidoscope. He wasn’t high, if that’s what you’re thinking, no. he was in love. He had started seeing this way the moment he met her. He couldn’t believe his eyes, at first he had thought someone had drugged him but no.
That’s just the way he saw now whenever she was around. She was the very definition of perfect, not a feature out of place, not even a hair. His friends think he’s crazy for seeing in kaleidoscope colors when she’s around.
Like actually crazy, not just a little weird. But he doesn’t care. Even if he is just crazy he can’t seem to get enough of those colors. Can’t seem to get enough of her, can’t seem to stop staring, can’t seem to stop waiting to see those kaleidoscope colors again. All he can do anymore is wait, he can’t help it, every day all he does is wait to see those kaleidoscope colors again.
