I am colourblind

I like socks. There are so many kinds and they are so easy to find. colourful socks are my favourites. Or should I say, were my favourites. I'm now colourblind.
The other day I was walking along beside our river and I came across these socks, sitting there on the bank. They were odd socks. About knee high, stripy. They probably would have been rainbow coloured once, before I burned my eyes.
Life is so melancholic like this. I cannot look at a persons eyes the same way anymore. That w3as the part that enchanted me the most. The texture, deep, milky, clear etc. That I can still sometimes see, but the colour for me was as defining as a tree with all its leaves. I couldn't imagine all the leaves on the tree once they had fallen off.
Well I thought it would be a waste to leave those socks just lying there, so I took them. The next day I passed by that same place again and sure enough, there was another pair of socks on the banks of the river. Then he looked at my socks and said hat they were his. I apologized but I didn't want to give them back. I liked them too much. I offered the boy to give him some of my socks instead.
He loved the ones I gave him.
We got talking and he said that he came there on holidays and loved swimming in the river all day. He asked me why I was always so misty eyed when I looked at him. I said because I was colourblind and wanted to figure out what colour eyes he had. He sat in silence.
I wasn't expecting an answer. I didn't want one. every day we talked until the fish stopped swimming and we would lie on our backs and look up at the clouds, making shapes in the sky. sometimes he would try describing what colour the sky was, and I'd close my eyes and visualize it exactly. That summer we fell in love.
A whole year passed and I missed him like I never had. But I kept myself busy and whenever I thought of him I'd try to figure out the colour of his eyes.
His socks were on the bank of the river one day. As a joke, I swapped my socks with his.when I came back the next day he was sitting there and smiling. That day, I was sure the water was the same shade as his eyes. Light greeny blue maybe? Or was it blue only? I slowly stripped and jumped in. Swimming around in his eyes also. As I stood there, in the water, all i saw was him. His shadow didn't matter, the colour of his skin didn't matter and the colour of his eyes was insignificant.
For the first time, i saw him. his shining soul. But the sun shone too bright and too hot that day. And Soon he disappeared.