eyes.

I remember how you used to joke about our eyes. You and your beautiful hazel ones, the ones i can just sit and stare at for hours. How they seem to dance, reflecting you and your passion towards things. How they sigh and make me feel so disappointed in myself. How i seem to get sucked into that vortex everytime i look into them.

You used to tease me about mine, how they seem to be so soulful one moment, wild the other, then empty like a dark oblivion the next.

I think, we contradict each other in countless other ways. Somedays, i feel that i've never really let go of you.




Then i feel stupid.