We Meet Again

Beautiful; Synonym For Pretty

I look into his eyes.
He looks into mine.
I cannot read his face, but it is hard for me to read emotions.
That is why being an auto memory doll is so hard to me. I cannot read emotions. I can only tell them when someone says them to me.
But I have been persistently working on it. My coworkers always say I've made a large improvement from when I just started.
His eyes, glisten in the light. Just like the necklace he gave me all of the years ago. They are vibrant, like spring grass.
They are just like the Prairie.
They are just like the love between Charlotte and Damian.
They are just like the stars I saw with Leon.
They,
Are beautiful.