I don't really know when did I start to stare at his eyes. They are black and round, nothing special. They are so common that I see them in every other person's eyes.
They are so common and that makes them so special. They are so bright and shiny and happy. They shine brighter than all the bright blue stars combined. Nothing can be as bright as his eyes.
For me, his eyes are more precious than gems on Earth. Their value is like the intelligence of a philosopher, immeasurable. They are so precious that whenever I talk to him, I cant look directly into his eyes. It is not because I dont like them. It is just because I feel like I am a mess. And I dont want his eyes looking at a mess.
When I look into his eyes, I feel like Im getting lost. It was hypnotic. Staring directly at them is hypnotic. They are so beautiful that I dont want to look away. I guess Im really hypnotized.
I wish one day, I can be suitable for his eyes. His beautiful tantalizing bright eyes.
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His Perfection
Roman pour AdolescentsThings that made me feel something special about him.
