When I looked at your eyes, I didn't notice any color that reminded me of green swimming pools in the midst of July. I didn't see any sort of light or sparkle that
made me fall in love with you all over again. I didn't see any words that could assure me that you were suppose to be there staring back into my eyes at that
moment.
Instead, when I looked at your eyes, I saw so much confusion. I saw the way that your eyebrows raised but your eyelids lowered the more you spoke.
I saw the way that you needed reassurance that I was still there, so you lifted your eyes, but your head stayed down.
That night your eyes told me more than your voice ever could. And now, all I've done is wonder what my eyes have told you.
I hope that they told you that my knees still buckle when I see you and I can't seem to move forward after you've just walked by me. I hope they told you that
I'm not sure how not to love you. And I hope they told you that, the only place I've ever really felt like I belonged was with you. I hope they tell you that since
that night, I've stared at the empty sky begging for a shooting star so I could waste another wish on you.
I hope my eyes revealed the way that I tried to look into so many other pairs of eyes and all I've found is that I look for yours each time. And I hope they told
you that I'm not sure how many eyes I'll have to look at until I feel like I did when I saw your eyes.