Those eyes!
They follow me everywhere I go. From this angle, I see some golden flecks. From this angle, they look exactly like the caramel syrup on top of my ice cream.
When I move about the room, the colour changes to mocha. The light changes his eyes, as quickly as the temperature changes on a sunny Autumn day.
In the next moment, they change intensity.
I see the urgency; the anticipation. They widen. Those eyes hold me in a piercing gaze.
Both of us wait for my next move.
When he is moody, the gaze comes from over his shoulder. He looks at me, and pretends he’s not really looking. I hide a smirk behind my book. He’ll come crawling back to me, begging forgiveness. It always plays out the same way.
The drowsy eyes. They blink rapidly at first; opening and closing quickly as he loses the battle to stay awake. The blinking slows, and finally they remain closed. His breathing becomes deeper. His chest rises and falls in a hypnotic rhythm. I move to the edge of my seat, trying to make a silent departure. Alas! He feels my subtle movement and his eyes flicker open and he gazes at me again. My movements were detected. I must retreat back in my seat and bide my time.
Those eyes look at me; they are full of love. That look reaches into my heart. No matter how many years have passed, he still looks at me with the same devotion as the day we met. The look of love still heals my heart, when the world around me threatens. His look of love, reminds me that I am not alone; that I am his, and he is mine. That we’ll be together until one of us leaves this earth. The one left behind will suffer. I know it will be me.
I will gaze at the photos and remember the happy times. I will remember all of the life and love we shared. I will fondly remember the look of love in his eyes.
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