November 17th
I wasn't brave enough to look you in the eye.
I spent the rest of class, trying to guess your eye color.
Were they emerald mixed with hues of black? Or maybe an even pale green?
Were they blue? Infinity blue or August blue?
Amber outlined with sawgrass brown would be nice.
I suppose I hoped they were an exotic swirled grey.
But they were green.
Green with bits of brown. Not amber, not caramel.
Brown, like Mrs. Barnes curly hair.
I suppose, it made sense, I mean, you weren't beautiful, so why should you have stunning eyes?
YOU ARE READING
A brilliant case of skinny love
Short StoryThis is the story of us. The ups and downs, curves and edges. But it's a different story then what I've ever read, because you see, I've never met you. And we won't fall in love and we won't share a kiss and you won't hold me when I cry.
