Those Blue Eyes..
His bright big blue eyes stared deeply into mine. I felt nervous. I felt overwhelmed. I felt excited.. Excited that this man can make me feel on top of the world, like I'm floating on clouds, drifting through the clear sky, weightless and free. How could a soul be so beautiful, so pure and rare? How did I not see this the first time I laid eyes on him? But I think I did. His smile was what I noticed, and I remember it clearly like it was yesterday. Just the slight curve of his lips, makes me smile in unison, because when I look at him, I can't stop myself from looking away. I just stare, because that's all I want to do. But when he looks right at me, and the brown meets the blue, I turn away. My heart feels heavy, and I'm utterly lost. I find myself wanting to be perfect for him, wanting to be a better person for him. He's the good kind, and I can fully be myself around him and not feel judged. How long has it been since I felt that way? Clearly too long. ...