𝕙𝕖𝕣

𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜

Sometimes I feel like she holds the universe in those eyes. The way they sparkle, they way they smile when she does, how they portray every emotion, every feeling swirling through her body.

The way they crinkle when she laughs and the way I fall in love with them over and over. It's an addiction, and the fact I've only ever seen these eyes through pictures and video is amazing because I can only imagine what will happen when I see them for myself. I'll be sucked in.

I can't believe eyes like hers exist because they are so averagely brown. Like most of the other 7 billion people on this earth. So normal. But they aren't. There's something in those eyes of hers that makes him unique. She's special. Different.

Something in those eyes sets them apart from the average caramel orbs of others. The dark chocolate pools in their eyes are not the same as the warm, beautiful, slightly Auburn eyes that belong to her.

Like the way you fall in love with the fall leaves, how you love the warm coats in winter, the rare, perfect weather in summer, the new life in spring. It's the same feeling every time I see those eyes.

It's insane to me that I have brown eyes too. I've always hated brown eyes. I hated mine, but she has this unknown piece, this unnamed, untamed wildness in her eyes that makes me hungry for it too.

My heart ravishes, starving, aching for a taste of that feeling, wanting that unknown thing that makes her eyes so special.

I often think about how it'd be like to stare into those eyes. I become afraid I might get lost in them, that I might forget this reality exists. That one day I might live in those eyes.

These eyes that he holds, beautifully big. Round and doe like. She has big eyes that I'd love to stare into. I sometimes think of her flustered state and blush dusted cheeks if she caught me staring into them.

Her long eyelashes cast shadows over his cheeks. Full and lengthy and delicate like butterflies.

It's terrible to think that she doesn't see what I see. She doesn't see the beauty, the perfection, the complete awe in her being and every time this fact comes to my mind, it fractures a bit of me.

The fact that she's been broken down and trained to think of herself negatively, to beat herself up over her personality and appearance makes me want to wrap her up in a safety bubble and keep her from the evil people of this earth, it makes me so badly want to protect her and keep her to myself, take her as my own.

She makes me go crazy like this. Something I know only few people to do to me. My heart reacts in a way that is almost completely new.

Her eyes were one of the reasons I fell in love with her.