Easy Love

Dear Diary,
It seemed easier to love than hate, at the time. When I looked into his blue eyes that've seen this beloved world so many times. I figured he loved me. My blue-green eyes held his whenever he looked at me and my brown curls bounced after he tugged on one. Turns out I was only partly right.
- Melody Prince

I can't remember my parents like my brothers can. The happy joyful faces that they've told me about for so many years don't come up in my mind when I think about them. In my mind, I see a man and a woman without faces looking down at me.