Think of Me

Stay Beautiful

Cory's eyes are like a jungle- the way the greens and the browns blend together in a beautiful mysterious mixture. When I look into them I can't turn away because their so captivating and inviting and beautiful...

Suddenly the eyes leave my field of vision as he turns to look another way. Sometimes I look at him and I forget that I'm staring.

A group of pretty girls standing on a corner giggle and whisper to each other, while constantly sneaking glances at Cory. He doesn't turn and wink, or smile. He doesn't even turn around at all. He keeps walking like it couldn't have been him that they were whispering about.

Does he really not know? Does he just pretend not to notice his own beauty? Does he stand in front of the mirror in the morning, brush his teeth and hair and leave without understanding why he takes everyone's breath away?

I know he'll go on to do great things. He's really going to be someone. I think everyone who's met him knows that.

Sometimes I hope that when he's gotten where he needs to be, and he finds everything he looked for, our paths will cross again.

But if they don't, I hope he stays beautiful.