We're talking and his voice is beautiful. The way his eyes get when he's really excited and the way they change colors in the light is amazing. He's like a kaleidoscope, no, he's the light and I'm the kaleidoscope, and I'm seeing colors that match the tone of his voice and the way he's a few inches away and he's cracking a joke and my heart is beating faster and faster and I think I may burst from the sheer joy of the fact that he chose me to talk to out of the ten much nicer and better looking people he knows in the room. He's here and we're talking and it's the morning and though I'm still half-asleep I'm fully awake whenever I'm with him and I feel like dropping everything and grabbing his hand and running as fast as we can until we've left our worries behind and we can follow our favorite bands as they tour across the country and be a part of the screaming, joyful masses. I'll write and he'll write and maybe we'll write together and we'll get our stories published and he can write the action-packed stories and I'll do the science fiction ones. We'll drink tea and we'll laugh and maybe we'll move into a house and we'll paint the living room the most beautiful shade of purple imaginable, like the color of purple we talk about when there's not much else to say. I'll get to entertain and make people happy and he can start that band he told me about and he'll make people happy and we'll just spread happiness wherever we'll go. We'll dance in the streets and go to cafes and go for long walks in big cities and we'll talk about philosophy and poetry and life, the universe, and everything, everything under the sun and the moon and up in the heavens above. He can teach me how to snow board, and I can teach him how to crochet if he wants to learn. I could sing to him whenever he's sad and he could joke with me whenever I'm upset, but I don't think it's possible to be upset whenever I'm with him because I'm so free. And I know he has to leave in a few minutes but none of that matters because he's here and he's talking to me and he's the light and I'm the kaleidoscope, and I'm seeing colors that match the tone of his voice. I'm seeing purple and his eyes are the most perfect shade of grey-green I've ever seen.