Our eyes met again.
Did you find my eyes emotionless—just like how everyone else sees me?
Did you find them pretty—like how the stars shine bright in the black starry night?
Every time our eyes meet, I wonder what you think about mine. I hope they were able to tell you everything I couldn't.
And every time our eyes meet, I always hope that you see my eyes as the courageous me—brave enough to tell you how I feel.
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A.A.M.
ŞiirTo the one whom my heart had chosen to stick with for the last eighteen months.
