It was just a thought, definitely not a colored one. Do thoughts really have colors? Does anyone really care about the colors of thought? For me, colors of the thoughts hardly mattered, as long as they are just thoughts with no shades of reality.
I must admit that she is beautiful. I could not help but stare at her whenever I see her. And whenever she laughs, my heart misses a beat. Initially I was hesitant to talk to her. Added to that was her ‘don’t notice’ attitude. But, somehow I managed to start talking to her, and I don’t exactly remember how, but it started.