"Cause we were just kids when we fell in love
Not knowing what it was
I will not give you up this time
But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own
And in your eyes your holding mine"
The day was all set to end with the sun shimmering an orange glow, we first saw each other at the playground. Your eyes were this darkest brown and I wondered what story it held.
You see I have always had this habit of looking into people's eyes, seeing their reaction and emotions for a particular thing. I had seen eyes lighting up when someone would see a baby and someone would see their lover. It was almost the same but I knew better, being able to read people by their eyes was a gift so was a curse. I could look into their souls just by a mere glance. Some were an open book while some took a little while, some were happy while some held the deepest sadness.
But your eyes that evening when we were just kids, meeting for the first time showed nothing. I tried very hard, searching through those browns who I never realised that day I'll get so accustomed to. When we introduced ourselves I tried to decipher something from your eyes but again I was empty handed.
Maybe that was the reason of our fights at the beginning. You were the only person I couldn't read and I guess it irked me. Well we were just kids right?
You intrigued me, consumed in every way possible and I guess we never realised when we started to spent so much of our time together. We would isolate ourselves from the rest of our friends and you would boast about your life back in your old town before you shifted here but I had nothing to tell you cause my life seemed pretty normal to me.
Looking back now I think those were the moments I warmed up to you and we communicated not just through talking but our eyes too. I realised it a little too late, I guess. At first I could only read people not communicate with them but it was possible with you, it was perfect and I guess this is the reason we don't talk now. We just say everything with our eyes that there's nothing left to tell and our tongues are tied and our lips are sealed.
