I still remember the first time I wandered to the window of your soul. I thought there won't be anything that would beat up my obsession to sceneries but I thought wrong from the moment I trekked my eyes to the pair of mesmerizing brown hue. It was an abyss. I was absentmindedly sinking, drowning in its treacherous conceptions. I was beckoned by it. It was enchanting and I sure was enchanted.
