His eyes were the color of the sea, captivating me when we locked glances. Me of course, unable to look away. I was entranced by him in every way; physically, emotionally, mentally. I could not go outside and let the warm summer breeze brush past my arms without thinking of the way held me in his. Strong, yet gentle in the most important of ways. His smile was enough to set thousands of butterflies soaring around in my stomach. I loved the energy radiating off his skin. I let it flow through my veins, as if it were a part of me. You see, the boy with the eyes the color of the sea is long gone. He was gone as quickly as the sun rises just to set again. Now, it is winter. I step outside and a harsh gale of wind blows through, chilling me to the bone. But that's how I felt when he left me, and I remain that way. He is still a part of me and always will be. I can still taste him on my lips, and I wonder if things could ever be the same.
( l.b )