Loving The Wrong Guy I ✔

His eyes had started to see me differently. That desire I saw on his eyes on the lift scared me a bit though. I never noticed the blackness of his eyes. Black is a rare color. He had the rare colored eye which shone at moments like when we kissed.

And it was starting to drown me in them. But when my head processed to what I was getting into, I pushed him away.

Black means danger.

It signifies negative connotations.

Death.

Mystery.

Darkness is black.

I fear the darkness. Daylight brings life. Black is death.

But my thoughts changed the next moment. The shine on his eyes forced me not to see this part.

After Darkness daylight peeks from my window.
After each nightly the hope of best next day.
After night you wake up fresh, to carry out a new day.