"I learned that he loved me."
                                                            ­     "How did you figure that out?"

"I asked him what color my eyes are,
after looking away."


                                                        ­         "That's easy. He should know."
                                                                                          "They're brown."
"That's not what he answered."

                                                     ­             "What else would he answer?"

"He said that my eyes are
dark blue on the outside,
with hazel that followed
the pure brown centered
in the midst of all the colors.
Everyone else would've taken
a quick glance and seen brown,
but he catalogued every detail
perfectly within his memory!"

                                                       ­                            "That's so romantic!"

"I know! My heart skipped a beat
when he described my eyes.
Then he said something about
the different layers of hues being
like the rings of the solar system
and how I'm his eternal sunshine
and that he revolves around me
like some sort of lovestruck planet
and then he used some words
that I didn't quite understand,
but I understood how he was
making me feel, and I felt loved!

                                                             "So, you didn't really understand
                                                                       what he was trying to say?"

"No, but he was really cute!
Then he told me that he's a poet.
And I was like, "Who can't resist that?"