"Oh," said the boy looking in the mirror, "I hate the color of my eyes. They're the color of darkness, of dirt, of wood. I want to have the eyes of the ocean..."
"But," said the girl who loved him behind him, "I love your eyes. In the sunlight, they're like amber gems shining, when you're sad, they're the color of light pine straw, and whenever I gaze into them, I see goodness, I see hope; when I'm with you, brown eyes aren't brown eyes anymore.
