His Eyes // #ToAllTheBoysContest

Dear P, 

We met in Freshmen year of High School. 

I never knew eyes like yours could consume me the way they do, they're just eyes. But some people say that eyes are the window to the soul, I believe that because when I look into your eyes, I feel like I get you; I know you. But at the end of the day, I don't. And I probably never will.

Some people say that blue eyes or green are the best, brown is mine. I realized it doesn't really matter the colour. What matters; is what you see in them. When I look into your eyes; I see something more, not just eyes and a place of vulnerability. But I see you; more you then you'll ever tell me. I see you; the true you. Raw. Innocent, unlike all the jokes you make. Naive, in some way.

Eyes display emotion, the only emotion I see from your eyes is passion. Sounds cliche but it's true. You always have passion in your eyes, only because you only talk about what you're passionate about.

Your eyes: Darker when most passionate about a subject, but lighter when it comes down to the more touching situations. But when right in the middle, that light brown, hazel kind of colour; you're in the perfect mood. Showing every emotion possible. The feeling when I look into your eyes at that moment is the absolute best. And it makes me fall deeper and deeper in love with you.

The way your eyes crinkle when you laugh is breathtaking. Seeing true emotion at a true, unfiltered state of mind. A true emotion, portrayed by each line creasing around your eyes as you laugh.

A laugh not too loud but just loud enough. Or the little laugh you laugh when you say something dirty. Or when you've won the card game; and nobody has figured out yet.

Somehow, I'm always the first person to figure it out.

The grin you make at the exact moment when you know that you've won. 

My heart skips a beat when I make eye contact you. And EVERYTIME our hands touch, we get shocked. EVERY SINGLE TIME. Even when we've been sitting there for hours and not moving, you reach over and accidentally touch my hand.

Your brown eyes make it better, my mood I mean. And you'll never know that when I look at you and smile, you've made my day; but I wish you knew the reason why, but boys aren't mind-readers. You'll just see me looking at you and smiling. The exact same thing you do to me, but you stare way longer, which makes me think I have something on my face. You show more emotion when you stare though. You might not know that you're doing it, but you are. And it makes me so happy. More laughter along with that stare, more crinkles around your eyes as you're smiling, and more reasons to like you.