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The Light in My Eyes

So thank you for everything we had, it was a lifetime's amount of love.

By MarykatePublished 6 years ago 3 min read
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Growing up I was fascinated with the sky. Perhaps it was the ever changing glow that emitted from the sun and hit my cheeks, or it could have been the way the stars aligned just right to make something so beautiful. I couldn't have pictured anything more magical than the clouds forming into shapes and the sunshine lightly peeking through... that was until I met you.

It was a warm Tuesday afternoon, the light peering through the window, gently resting on your forehead. I could have sworn that you were everything I had been looking for. Your voice was deep yet still soft, almost as if it was laced with a hint of sweetness.

Your eyes were blue, like water. Soft, gentle, water. I was never one for falling madly in love with blue eyes, for I had always preferred brown, but something about yours was so breathtaking that I couldn't help but find myself lost in them more often than not.

You were like sunshine to me. You were like all the constellations in the sky forming to make one simple piece of my puzzle. You.

I had fallen beautifully, tragically in love with you.

After I met you, I often found myself comparing you to a piece of art. A masterpiece. You were so breathtakingly beautiful to me, not only just on the surface, but in who you were. There was perfection seeping through your pores and running through your veins.

I mean, you thought I was pretty too I guess. But I'm afraid that's all I was. To you I was just something pretty to look at, but never something to allow yourself to love.

Don't you just think it's beautiful, how one human being can be painted so perfectly in another being;s mind? And don't you find it excruciatingly painful how the feeling in one's chest may not be requited and reciprocated by the other?

Even after you brought light to the fact that I was terribly hard to love, I still hoped you would change your mind. But each time you said goodbye like it was the last, I could feel myself sinking further and further away. I was vulnerable and fragile, and you were like a storm.

Everyday after your last goodbye I would wake up and open the blinds. Dry, windy, rainy, dry, windy, rainy. Repetitively for weeks. Perhaps the weather was God's way of coordinating with my emotions. I was getting used to the dullness outside my window, and the dullness in my life without you there. Until one day I woke up and the light was poking through the edges of the blinds, waiting to be admired. It was spectacular. Not only was I infatuated with the sun, but I was terribly jealous too. Because the sun touched you in ways you never allowed me to. When you were outside you were free, open to the light, open to the heat touching you. But I, well I never really stood a chance.

Our last encounter, is still so vivid in my mind. It was dark and

cold, and it was a terrible shame to put an end to something that I still classify as the realist love of my life. Sometimes I wish our last moment could have been as beautiful as our first, with your soft blonde hair in your eyes, and the sun beaming down on us. But instead it was just late at night and far too sad for it to ever be a fond memory. However, i do not like to remember you by our last moments together, i like to remember you as the figment in my imagination I made you out to be. I like to remember you as the boy with the gentle voice who loved me much more than I deserved. Your love for me may have gone as quickly as it came, but I think I will always be in some sort of love with you...

Growing up I was always fascinated with the sky. Perhaps it was the way the soft golden rays always found their way to you, creating a glow that was almost angel-like. Or it could have been the way the stars aligned just right, almost as if they were spelling out your name, or creating constellations that resembled the freckles on your nose. I couldn't have imagined anything more tauntingly beautiful than when the clouds began to make shapes like your calloused hands that I longed to hold... that was until I let you go.

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