he wasnt in black

I had an intimate time with my creator this morning. I cried to him several of my sentiments mainly about love. Remembering all the pain that love has brought me i realized how special that man can be to affect me this way.
Commonsense. The cold heart, the simple rejection, simply not talking to me unless I do the talking first, a simple text that i don't receive from him... Well, we must not be in the same boat when it comes to affection.. "COMMONSENSE!" SAYS MY BRAIN.
But my stubborn heart strongly disagrees. Even if it is already sore and tired, it continues to hope, to dream, to love. It asked for a sign.
"If he is wearing black today ( for i have never seen him in black at all) then there's still a chance for us."
With a restless soul & a longing heart, I looked for him everywhere. Eager to see him, I even waited for him outside his classroom. Unfortunately, I was talking with a classmate the time they were leaving the room. I haven't had the sight of him. I was was so frustrated. Almost in despair, I gave up the idea.
However, when I was about to go to the next subject, I saw him from the other side of the road. Astonished, i thought he was really in black. But then, I realized, as i got nearer to him, he was wearing a dark blue shirt. I took a deep sigh...
My brain and heart again are starting a battle. As the brain was telling my senses " its better to give up now, than suffer more later, HE WASN'T IN BLACK!" I smiled as a response. Then the heart quickly opposed, "maybe he doesn't have a black shirt, the closest color to it is dark blue, fate must have made a way.Besides he was so beautiful with his unusual rugged look; so masculine and so fresh." As my brain was about to deliver its piece, he disappeared. tsktsktsk..