In her eyes shone eternity and I was lost in it. It spoke of adventure and freedom; A life well lived. Her heart, though it had been broken, was mended to give. I saw islands and oceans. She'd traveled the world. It was terrifying and it was brave, but it was hers. And as I stared in to those fathomless eyes, they stared back and I knew... The world was hers and she was mine.
Who do you see when you look in the mirror? Do the eyes staring back say what you hoped they would? Can you even hold their stare?