A letter to the owner of those beautiful eyes,
I love you, I have always loved you.
You disappeared leaving me alone, making me face a hundred eyes. Always have looked down and then you came into my life like a storm picked me up, undressed my fears, showed me who I could truly become and then left me behind without a word, without so much as a goodbye.
We had a miraculous thing. I want to see you and your eyes again…
It was a beautiful, snowy Friday evening. The sun had just set in, leaving behind a pink glow. It was a sight to watch, Alas I had to get back home by the subway.
The station was filled with people. So chaotic, people running in and out. People walking with their eyes glued to their mobile phones, bumping into each other. Not bothering to apologize. Not caring to look up. Everyone was the same. Such monotony bored me.
Amidst all that, a pair of eyes got my attention. They weren’t addicted to the phone, they were looking out of the window behind me or at me. I couldn’t make out. By the time I could clearly see, they disappeared. All the way back home the image of those eyes kept flashing by my own. I felt like I had seen them before, known the owner of those eyes before but now it was a faded memory.
Those deep dark brown eyes, perfectly placed, looking at me with a sense of familiarity, longing to be recognised taunted me for the entire week.
It was Friday again, I reached the station early, hoping to catch a glimpse of those eyes again. I looked around everywhere, it was the same. Why I expected anything different, I didn’t know. After relentlessly searching for 10 minutes, I gave up. I could hear the rumble of the train and I knew it was time to go. Stepping into the car, I turned around to face the station, clinging onto a small thread of hope.
As the doors dinged and the next set of people lined up to the board the next train, I saw them. The same eyes, round, brown, perfect. The train started to move as soon as my eyes landed on them. I could see barely for a couple of seconds but this time I noticed a scar. A small but deep one above the right eyebrow.
I had seen them before. I knew it. A name popped into my head but I wasn’t sure if I was right, I had to get this right. And I knew exactly where to find out who they belonged to. I Rushed home, opened the dusty 15 year old, yearbook. Skimming across the pages, I found those eyes. It was hers.
They never seemed to stop mesmerizing me. Oh those beautiful mysterious eyes, looking at more than just you. They had their own way of making you feel a sense of comfort and trust.They had always glistened, be it when she smiled or cried. I always used to get lost staring into them. Now they didn’t shine the same way anymore.
I had searched for more than a year for those eyes, but they disappeared right after we finished graduating. They belonged to a girl even more beautiful than those eyes. Not just any girl, my girl.
I had loved every inch of her but those eyes were the ones that caught and could hold my attention without making me feel bored.
In your eyes I’ve found the missing pieces to myself. Oh pretty girl wherever you are, you should know that you made me fall in love with myself. You taught me to embrace myself. Thank you!