My soul, deprived of vibrancy, sat sadly soaking in the Blackness. Retained the memory of color but not the words to describe it. No one would believe her anyway, yet she clung to the hope of freedom. Knew the Blackness would not…The Color of Love892Lori McCrayElizabeth HelmichOct 23, 2017·1 min readWe learn how to fall in love, again and again and again. It’s what we’re here for. ❤