Those eyes were the single most hopeful things that i could ever imagine.
In the short time that we were together I'd seen them light up like a street sign.
or whither out like a candle wick.
I'd seen them cry because of the worry that you carry for your grandparents.
and I'd seen them squint because of laughter over your faulty window on your accord's passenger side door.
In the short twenty-one years that you've been on this earth, they had already seen so much. sorrow, disrepair, depression.
But they had also seen hope, and love, oh so much love, love for your little Gracie, love for your fantastic grandparents, and love for others.
I know now that those eyes could never show love for me, at least not now, for they love too many, and as long as I'm around i make those eyes worry instead of laugh.