First a quote....

Jul 10, 2007 19:00

"He wondered how it could have taken him so long to realise how much he cared for her, and he told her so, and she called him an idiot, and he declared that it was the finest thing that ever a man had been called."
- Neil Gaiman "Stardust"

It's funny how something so ordinary and so mundane as a pair of glasses can invoke feelings of tenderness and longing. It's such a weird feeling to see them just sitting there, alone, unused... It's almost as if the item should not be able to exist on its own, separated from its owner, parted from the eyes that I've stared into a million times.

Heavily hooded dark eyes that so often stare concerned into my own as I puzzle out the care and protection they promise. Eyes that I have seen flash with annoyance, anger... jealousy... hurt, making my own pulse skip a beat and my breath tighten in my chest... Eyes that more often now, crinkle in the corners in mirth or delighted amusement...

And I would swallow my pride to make you laugh, to wipe the stain of history off your heart and soul... to look into your eyes as they dance with joy at this girl before you.

Break free with me.
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