101 reasons why I loved you // l.h // ON HOLD

week 1

reason #1 (your eyes)

dear luke,

this is the first reason of 101 why I loved you. I bet I could think of millions of ways as to why I loved you so much, but you and I always stuck with that number.

the first reason I loved you was because of your eyes. they reminded me of the sea, of water surrounding my toes while playing on the beach as a child.

your eyes felt like home to me, no matter what had happened, no matter what was going to happen, no matter how I felt, your eyes always calmed me. the coolness of the blue made me shiver every time I glanced into them, or the darkness of them, how they turned cold when you and I would have one of our many fights.

those are one of the things about you I didn't think I'd miss as much as I did after you were gone. seeing you there, lifeless, all the hope and life you held in your eyes, like the key to your soul, was gone, vanished, and it wasn't coming back.

people say that eyes, are like the window to ones soul, and I believed it. looking into your eyes, I always felt at ease, and calm. your eyes made me feel safe, like I was home, and I knew, every time I looked into them, that I loved you with all of my heart.

every time you laughed, your eyes scrunched up around the corners, and they had a glimmer to them, which was one of my favourite things to see.

I could tell your mood by your eyes. if you were happy, they had a glimmer to them, like you were excited, or optimistic about what the day, or the week would bring.

when you were sad, they were still that mesmerising blue that I adored so much, but more dull. it was like a sunny day with a thin sheet of clouds. you could see the beauty of the original object, it was just hidden by something, something that would go away after a short period of time.

and when you were angry, they held a fire to them. you could see the anger in your eyes brewing, like soup in a pot. you may not have yelled at me or gotten angry at me a lot, but I could always see the anger in your eyes when it was there.

I loved your eyes most in the morning, when you would wake up and slowly open them, squinting at the sunlight that was lighting up our room. you would look into my eyes and smile at me, making my heart race every single time you did, as you kissed my lips slowly.

and I loved your eyes the first time I saw them, from across the record store on that stormy day. it was december, and it was snowing heavily outside. I remember looking at some old records and hearing the bells above the door jingle, meaning someone had entered the shop, and looking up to see who it was.

I remember how adorable you looked in your black attire, black skin tight jeans, a black t-shirt and leather jacket, your golden blonde hair pushed back in a black beanie. your cute little nose was red from the cold, and I thought you were the most attractive person I'd ever seen.

I was staring at you for a while before you and I made eye contact, and I audibly gasped when we did. I had seen eyes before, blue ones, but none held beauty like yours did.

so when you walked over and started to speak to me, I felt my heart beat quicken. not only because you were strikingly attractive, but because your eyes were cold, yet warm at the same time. when you talked to me, and looked into my eyes, I felt my breath hitch every time.

I always told you I loved your eyes, and you always laughed at me when I said it, but it was true. I had always loved the way they would soften when you looked at me, or harden when you saw a guy look at me in a way you didn't like.

and lastly, the thing I loved most about your eyes is that they got passed on to our daughter. every time I looked at her, I could see a piece of her in you. Not her blonde hair, or nose that looked just like yours, but her eyes. they held a piece of you, a memory, that I'd forever cherish.

that was reason 1 of 101 why I loved you.

love, amanda