There was a time I didn’t own the Enchroma glasses, and, back then, I looked at your face lying next to me in bed, and, though your smile was deficient of my now-favorite colors, I fell completely in love with you.

Today, I looked at your smile while I was wearing the glasses, when we were all walking the brick-and-bush lined streets, and I saw a subtle and an indescribable red-based hue on your skin for the first time.

It was an unveiling of something about you that’s been there all along, just hidden, and I’m still demolished by how you were more beautiful in that moment than I’ve ever known you before.