I'm falling for your eyes
But they don't know me yet
I was alone. I remember how I was so damn alone. I was lost in this world. I couldn't find my parents, my family, my friends, I wasn't even sure that I had any. But then I met you, although people tell me that you never even existed. I don't believe it though because you felt real, and I felt you. I must have. What else could I have felt? But maybe you weren't real, because you were, in fact, too good to be true.
I remember how I was at home, and how I was crying into my hands, when you knocked on my door. I didn't know it was you back then but nonetheless I had wiped my eyes the best I could and went to open the door that someone, you, wouldn't stop knocking at.
When I had swung my door open I remember how my probably red eyes met with your concerned ones, and then how you had eyed me from top to toe. Suddenly I got aware of that I wasn't even wearing pants, and I tried to mumble an apology to you, but my voice was too weak.
I remember how you then had walked up to me, grabbing a hold of my face. You hands, warm and soft, placed at either of my cheeks as you stared into my eyes, searching deeper and deeper of things you could not understand. I remember how I tried shaking my head, trying to get out of your hold but you hadn't budged, and I was forced to look at you, to take you in as well.
I remember how your eyes, they were something I had never seen before. They were gray, but still so full of life and light and happiness. And I remembered thinking how boring mine must've looked compared to yours, and how I suddenly felt very insecure of my plain and boring brown ones.
Your thumbs started to rub under my cheeks and I could feel the wetness of the tears that you were wiping away. It made me cry even more, the fact that I hadn't realized I was crying, but I was and in front of a stranger as well. But I remember how comforting it felt to have someone there, to finally have someone by my side, wiping away my tears as if things would actually get better. And then, as if you had read my mind, I remembered how you stopped rubbing under my eyes only to whisper,
"It's okay. Things will get better now."
