"It was her eyes I noticed first. The ones she hates, the ones she calls plain brown. She wanted any color, except her own. But I love them. They light up brightest when she talks about something she loves. They dance when she laughs. When she looks at me.. time stops. And those same plain brown eyes are what showed me what it's like to love something more than I've ever loved anything else before. It was her eyes I noticed first." - the wanna be writer aka me.










