Most souls are grey.

Most people float. They drift or they crawl or they claw their way through every day. The weight of this life can get so heavy. It takes its toll after a while, and the effect is visible. Not just in the downturned gazes, half-hearted salutations, or smiles that never reach where they used to when we were younger. It’s not just found in the indifference.

It’s visible on a deeper level, the melancholy is contagious, like a wound left untreated it festers and spreads and seeps the color from our very souls. Not from everyone of course, some people still fight, some surge, some twinkle with the color of a life well lived. Some try.

But you, you were a beacon.

You smiled with a ruby red light that blazed into the void, illuminating the world around you. You lived with an emerald green, cultivating others to shine as well. You spoke in a shade of purple so majestic I finally understood why it was a color reserved for royalty. You danced with a blue so deep and true, the sky and ocean should take note of the colors they could create. You loved with a cacophony of color, an explosion of hue, a soul that shone with more light than I had ever seen before.

And you chose to shine that light on me?

How could I be so lucky?