... seated by the window this event less night my mind has wondered to that very day by the park, when he had stared into my eyes and I had stared back, like ants drawn to sugar we have found our way back to each other.
I wonder what I had seen in those eyes that faithful day, if they carried the same emotions my mind kept replaying from time to time.
the color of his eyes what was it?
brown or was it black? the way they Always seem to draw me in.
I remember what his lips looked like for I have spent restless nights thinking about them, dreaming about them. I remember his delicate fingers, sleek and long.
His nails were clean and white, the kind that makes you think they are polished when looking from a far, I used to imagine interlacing our fingers and taking walks through the park.
I remember the fine man who occupied my mind and walked into the room oblivious of the girl in white..
while these memories are beautiful and cherished, rusty even as I remember them.
My admiration was my undoing,my unrequited love my default.
I was whipped,this much I know..
For when I stared into those eyes this day I felt nothing,
..those eyes were empty,
once and again I have wondered if the reason was because they belonged to another...
..then I realized they always have,
for she was standing behind me that faithful day in the park.
bee🥴
