Dear... Eyes
I know that it's cliché to say that you've fallen in love with someone's eyes, and most people memorize the legitimate patterns and colors. But me, I find myself falling for the stories of the things they've seen. They have witnessed your whole life firsthand. They've felt every tear and experienced every memory. And though they have never touched a birthday present or another's hand, skin fades. New layers surface and the memories of what we once felt are lost. But eyes; they never fade. They hold every sky that no camera could ever justify. They remember every face and the story attached to it.
And I hope that one day I will be able to lay beside the one I love and look into their eyes, passionately and attentively listening to the stories they have to tell.