Shelf life

My life went from black and white to amazing technicolor with one touch. For a little over a year, I found myself basking in the glow of these rich colors unlike any I've ever known, but recently I woke to find that my beautiful spectrum of color had changed. Colors once so brilliant are now muted and I'm not certain of why or how it happened. The clarity my life once contained, with the certainty and promise of this relationship. is now blurred. I'm asked for patience, understanding, and time. All of this I can do, but in the meantime, I am living in a realm of ambiguity. I'm grieving for something which may or may not be lost...now or maybe forever. I am something that has been cut away and placed on a shelf for further contemplation, scrutiny, or perhaps for storage. How long can something sit, untouched and negected, before it is forgotten?