From a young age I've always loved eyes, blues had always been my favorite and it always made me go after the wrong people.
First, it was the watery blue eyes of the quiet boy in the back of the class that had me wanting to protect him forever, that is until he found a girl with striking green eyes, the color of envy, and made her his new best friend.
Then it was the pale corn flower blue, of a country boy, who would tell you about his animals and football till the sun went down, he met a girl with blue eyes too, the color of poise and popularity.
Next we had the class clown, blue eyes always sparkling, he stole my first kiss in with it, my heart, but his heart belongs to a girl with eyes almost as dark as obsidian, but always full of warmth.
Then there was him the boy with a million colors of mischief in his eyes, he promised me the world, but one day. The colors died.
All I could ever think, was that nobody wanted a girl with eyes the color of mud and rust, nobody would want the girl who's eye never sparkle, never leave you lost counting the colors.
It would be a boy, with eyes the color of coffee, that kept me buzzing at night. Who would make me realize that my eyes turn gold in the light, and make me embrace myself and love colors, no matter how bland they may seem.
But as time goes on I realize I'm just a friend again, as much as I would love to be more, at least he's taught me to love myself, even if he won't.
