XII

She got used to it; being invisible.

Until one day, she noticed people could see her.

She realized she was no longer invisible.

She got used to it.

Until one day, people looked at her with a frown.

She realized she was now in black and white.

She got used it and its different shades.

Suddenly people observed her with judging eyes.

She noticed she had color, not as bright as everyone else.

But she got used to the new different emotions.

Until one day, people watched her with a surprised look.

She realized her colors were the brightest.

She got used to the changing of the intense feelings.

People envied her.

She looked at herself and saw she had colors; the brightest and the darkest ones.

She got used, not only to her colors, but what people would say.

Until one day, someone saw her and smiled at who and how she was.

But it was too late.

She got used to it all, except love.

Far enough to love rejection, close enough to fear love.