Her whole life, she had seen the world in black and white. And she probably always will. Her heart will always tell her what feels right and what feels wrong; that is just how she is. There will never be gray areas. But one night, a whisper began furiously pulling at her heartstrings. "You should try seeing the world in color...it's beautiful." She knew there was truth in this because color is the essence of purity and passion. The slow transition of blending colors is gorgeous; fading into each other at exactly the right time, each color maintaining the exact amount of its own pigment, but giving enough of itself to satisfy the other. Too much red and it turns a deep orange. Too little red and the orange begins to look a pale yellow. Color and love are interchangeable words. The two colors must know what to give up for each other and what to hold onto for themselves. Perhaps, the world is not as two toned as she had once thought. But then again, maybe it still is. Maybe the base of everything is in black and white. Maybe she is beautifully blessed to have the heart of a child, basing the world around her off of pure, undiluted feeling. Maybe the colors come together in time.
Besides, the picture on the box only comes together in the end. And it is beautiful.