"Do you know your eyes are different shades of brown?"
In all her 30 something years, it had never struck Alina. She turned now to look into her eyes in her reflection in the mirror over the bathroom sink. Sure enough the eyes that looked back at her were of two different shades of honey brown! What an odd thing to learn about yourself after decades of staring at her face in mirrors, she thought! She laughed in amusement.
She turned back to look at him. He was gone.
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"Do you always stare so intently? Is there something on my face?"
She wished he would stop talking. She was memorising the dear dear features of his face before he disappeared, as she knew he would. They all did.
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"I love looking into your eyes. it's like I can see your soul, and you can see mine,"
That's exactly what I am trying to do, she thought to herself. But to him she only said, "Don't look away!" But of course he did.
Her honey brown eyes followed him as he made his way around the crowded room. She watched him laugh, flirt, shake hands, hug, pat shoulders, wink and do all the many things required of him. Schmoozing, he called it. But oh, how she loved watching him.
They had both had a little too much to drink, and they swayed a little against each other as they left the bar. He drew her close to him, tipping her chin up so their eyes met. "I could look at you looking at me, like this, all night," he said. And why not every night after that too? she wistfully wondered.
"My darling, my darling!" he exclaimed. "I want you to have eyes for nobody else but me!" Wrapping her in his large embrace, he pulled her possessively to him. But do you have eyes only for me too? she wondered.
She watched him from the corner of her eyes as he stood looking out to sea, leaning on the balcony railing. "You know, I can see you watching me, " he said. "What are you looking at?"
Just you and your love, she thought wistfully. She only said, "I was just thinking how handsome you are, my love."
"Your eyes smile!" he said.
"Only for you," she said.
"I could drown in your eyes, they are like liquid pools of honey!" He said as he hovered over her, pouring his soul into her eyes.
Hungrily she took it all, greedy for the offering. But too soon he was rescued by alarm bells and the present. And her eyes were left, bereft.
"Dont look at me like that," he pleaded. "I can't bear to see the pain in your eyes."
But you put it there, she thought. How else would I ever look at you again?"
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