Coffee Colored Eyes

I cannot express how much I love brown eyes. They are deep and rich, they can look at you silently but speak and show so many thoughts. I adore brown eyes. They are enchanting. His eyes were warm and welcoming.They were the color of freshly brewed coffee. His skin was white but slightly tanned and golden like a fresh baked homemade loaf of bread pulled from a baker’s oven. He was tall and he smelled of vanilla. His hair was cut with a kind of fringe that feathered his face perfectly. When he smiled the room lit up, his smile was inviting, it was crooked. His teeth weren’t perfect, but they suited him. When he smiled his eyes would crinkle and his dimples would come out of hiding. He would mess with his hair, brushing it out of his eyes. He was kind and his laughter could cheer up anyone. He wasn’t perfect. He was far from it. He was awkward, he had flaws, and he tended to drop things and get himself into awkward situations. He was kind of a dork when it came to video games and the internet, which wasn’t a bad thing. His imperfections however made him, him. It made him human. He was unlike so many people I had seen around me who tried all that they could to be exactly how everyone expected and demanded from them. He wasn’t afraid to be human or have flaws. He embraced them.It’s what made him so incredibly beautiful. It’s what drove me and so many others crazy. The tall awkward boy with the coffee colored eyes and that dumb crooked charming smile.