I may have fallen in love with his smile first, but I fell for his eyes next.
I had thought they were just a light brown, until I got a good look at them.
They were really more of an amber. They were light brown with a fiery orange tint to them, glowing a brazen bronze. It was as though he had looked at a sunset and all the color from the sky had gotten trapped in his eyes, stored there in perfect reminiscence of the burning sun.
If the eyes are the windows to the soul, why are his so beautiful?
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He Is, He Isn't
RomanceThe first day I met him we established three things: our names, my intelligence, and his stupidity. Only one thing remains the same. My name is still Ellie, and his is still Ryan. _____ A poetic story of love, heartbreak and laughter, and all the e...
