Melancholic, love and a bits of everything

The sparkles in her eyes.

It started out with a simple late night conversation. Texting each other with all the sorts of questions you could imagine. We were getting to know each other in the span of a few hours. Although I had known her for a year or so prior to that night, this moment was the first time I was talking directly to her, out of the usual business that was school. Yet, that long conversation that went on and on got us into getting in a relationship. I wasn't taking this as seriously as I should, and I had realized that only a few years later. We didn't last very long, we broke up a few months later. But one night, some years after what had happened, I met with her on a little dock, on a sweet night of October. Not too cold, not too hot, the perfect weather for two humans to just be there together. As I tried to make amends for the past, and win her back, I realized that I truly did waste my chances back then. She was gorgeous, she was perfect. As I understood that my chance was never gonna come again, I looked into her eyes one last time. This was it, the sparkles that were in her eyes, that is what was making me go crazy. Those sparkles weren't gonna glow up for me anymore.