"Such sad, sad eyes, my love."
- the words of my mother to me,
on that cold, cold night.
I blink away tears, heart writhing in my chest.
It's okay.
It hurt me, my love, but in the most beautiful of ways.
For you, I'd trade these sad, sad eyes
for your breathtakingly happy eyes.
And perhaps one day I will be so close to you,
I'll see those squinting eyes for myself.
And we'll share joyful eyes together.