"Do you still love my eyes?"
You once told me it was piercing.
I remember, on a particularly boring calculus class you told me my eyes were very dark.
You baited me. "Let me check one more time", you said.
You stared into my eyes a good few seconds. It felt like minutes to me.
I stared into yours too.
I felt the beginnings of a flutter in my heart.
Almonds.
You said my eyes looked like almonds.
"At least that's what they're typically called," you explained.
"They have a nice shape." you said.
The pair of them glowed for a second as I blushed.
I rolled them and looked away.
I was never good at accepting compliments.
That was four years ago...
Four blissful years of loving gazes and looks.
Four years of love reflecting back and forth like mirrors standing adjacent to each other reflecting a never ending image.
Four years before you broke my heart over the phone.
Your words slowly popping up in bubbles on my screen, blurred by the tears.
But the reflection always ends and dips from view at some point doesn't it?
"I'm crying so much right now." The bubble with a funny picture of you notifies.
"Me too." I say.