I Am Writing As The Thoughts Flow
From Your Eyes
I've always wanted to see the world from your eyes. Maybe because i couldn't really get to see you; ever.
Whenever i look at a picture, especially the ones that you sent me, i wonder. I wonder what captures your attention. What's something that jumps out at you. What's something that caught your keen eye.
Then i think about the people in it. I like to think how lucky they are to have had the chance to know you, to interact with you.
I like to think how they feel when they look at you looking right in your eyes; those kind eyes that i never got to see in person.
I like to think what had their interaction with you been like. Again, what would have jumped out at you. What would have made you chuckle or even better what would have made you blush.
Some nights i sit and wonder what part of me still resides in your heart.
Yes i do wonder.
I've always wanted to see the world from your eyes. Maybe because i couldn't really get to see you; ever.
Whenever i look at a picture, especially the ones that you sent me, i wonder. I wonder what captures your attention. What's something that jumps out at you. What's something that caught your keen eye.
Then i think about the people in it. I like to think how lucky they are to have had the chance to know you, to interact with you.
I like to think how they feel when they look at you looking right in your eyes; those kind eyes that i never got to see in person.
I like to think what had their interaction with you been like. Again, what would have jumped out at you. What would have made you chuckle or even better what would have made you blush.
Some nights i sit and wonder what part of me still resides in your heart.
Yes i do wonder.
31-35, M
