I have been looking at him for a long time now. He has me captivated in his deep brown eyes. I can't move. I am frozen. I can barely move. Does he have butterflies like me? Is it only me looking at him? Did he look at me? Yes, he did.
Those deep brown eyes said everything. They have loads in them. There is a bit of everything in those eyes. There is happiness, there is sadness, there is love, somewhere and there is anger as well. There is pain too. Those eyes that made me lose myself in them, those eyes have the light that can shun away any darkness. I love those eyes. I love them when in the morning they open and desperately look at me. I love them when the first thing they want to see is me after they return from work. I love them when it is me the last thing they see before they fall asleep to seek rest at night. I love them when they can feel my pain. I love them when they see me happy and smile their biggest smile. I love them when they smirk when I tease them. I love them when they look at me the way no one did.
But they are his. They belong to him. But does he belong to me? Does he know how much I care?
Does he know, how tough it is to resist those eyes?
But today, those eyes are silent. Why?
Has it committed treachery?
Has it committed adultery?
Has it now turned away from me?
Do I even matter? Do I have to now avoid them?
Do I have to stop looking at them?
Do I have to forget those eyes that once meant my whole universe?
Do I now have to look away from those eyes that taught me love, faith, trust and loyalty?
Does it mean the values are lost? Does it mean we are fake? Does it mean I am nothing?
Were we nothing?
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RandomI was tired of youth and being one of the boys I wanted to hurry up and be one of the men. Finally I became an adult, so I threw away my toys Truly now I wish, that I was a boy once again. - Randy McClave We all want to grow up...
