I'm going to sit here, in my own insanity, and remember those eyes.
Remember those enormous pools of mystery that always seemed to be staring at me, with an almost questioning look in them.
I mean, the only reason I look away from them is because I feel as though we're bordering on something that isn't allowed, that is strictly, STRICTLY forbidden.
If I could.
I would look into them forever. Spend hours simply discovering them. Figuring out what they look like when great joy lies in the person who holds them, or great sadness. I don't ever want to look away, but always think that I have to.
The way you look at me is a way that few people ever have. It's with a question, but its a joyful question.
Not, who are you? It's, who are you, because I want to know. I feel like every door inside myself is opening to you when those eyes meet mine, and that I must look away to make sure they stay locked, so that i might prevent everything from revealing itself.