ocean eyes (l.h.)

I met Luke in late February of my 22nd year. It was early morning and I had a lot to think about. He was sitting at a center table in a coffee house that I visited often. The first thing I noticed was how fast he was writing. I watched him as I waited in line to order, him still writing ferociously. Then, he stopped. He looked up, locking eyes with me. I had time to take in his grey blue eyes, that looked like the held the world. And his light brown hair that was an unruly mess of curls. His eyes still interchanging with mine and, I couldn't look away. I could tell that would not be the last time that I looked into his undying blue eyes.

That's how this story starts