Words That Have No Meaning

Brown

His eyes were brown. The deepest most beautiful brown I'd ever seen in my life. I've never thought brown was a pretty color. But then I looked into his eyes. And suddenly it was my favorite color. I don't know if it was because I could tell that he had been through a lot or they way they would glimmer when he smiled. I remember the day when I finally realized I loved him. We we're walking and I turned to him and he looked so tired, so worn out. But he looked at me with those beautiful brown eyes. And he grabbed my hand. That's when I knew that brown was my favorite color. It was my favorite color because I could see his beautiful soul in those deep brown eyes. We don't speak anymore. I'll never stop loving him. But because of that boy, I'll never view brown the same. Because when I would look into his brown eyes, I saw all the colors in one, while I felt everything at once. His eyes were brown. The prettiest brown I'd ever seen in my life.