I remember that day, though it seemed as vivid as a dream. You told me you focus on the eyes most. You said they were beautiful filled with mystery. At that time, your eyes seemed foggy. I couldn't read them. you smiled at me. And to preserve the one image you called "beautiful", you captured my eyes. Hazel brown, they were. I didn't know. But you asked me before showing me.."Do you know what is the most beautiful thing in this picture?", you had asked. I asked "what?" like a fool. You smiled sentimentally as you showed me the image. I was an image of my eye, though it seems. I smiled aside with you. In that moment, I knew you had admire my eyes; beautiful you had said that day.
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Juliet
Randomshort empty nothing filled with regrets, pain, and hopeless love Inspired by R+J ❤
