Mysterious

His Eyes

His eyes, his bright blue eyes.
Hazel centres, golden in the sun.
Dancing around the world.

The first time I looked into them I didn't know that I would get so attached.

I sat down
He made a joke, I laughed.
She continued it on.

His eyes danced across the room.
Mine followed like a chick with its mother.
He looked at me and held my gaze.
It felt unreal, it was as if I was in an alternate universe. How could this exist?

It was such an exhilaration, that was how he made me feel.
It was as if he completed me.
I could've done anything with him.
I could've done anything for him.
Although the feeling wasn't shared, it didn't stop me.
He was a friend, that's all it was, that's all he saw it as.
Friends teased, it didn't bother me.
Or him.

The seating changed and I wasn't near him anymore.
Nevertheless, It didn't stop me.
I could still stare.
I was so afraid of this, but no one else noticed, not even him.
Even when he did I wouldn't stop looking.
But I wouldn't let him know either.

He never said anything.
Neither did anyone else.
That was good, good....
No one needed to know.
He didn't need to know.

My eyes looked into his.
I tried to read them but to no avail.
The was no emotion in them.
They were alive but still... dead inside. There is no other way to describe them.
But...

One day. A cold, dark and grey day I looked over my shoulder.
His laugh His smile. It meant nothing.
Nothing at all.
Something unbuckled and I no loner had that way. No longer had that emotion.
I no longer had to see him and think, "Today will be alright."
I had that on my own.

I was so afraid the entire time.

Afraid of someone figuring out.
Afraid of someone seeing.

Afraid of someone knowing.
Afraid of everything.

But nothing held me back from him.

That day I conquered a fear.

And I was happy to be rid of it.