Hello again.
Tree-lined avenues, cobbled passages, the smell of sugary croissants in the air. We are walking in one of the seductively charming streets in Paris on a cold day with a warm sun: Rue Cler.
Welcome to our first destination: The boy with the “Ocean colored” eyes.
I remember your eyes. Your mesmerizing, irresistibly charming blue eyes. The kind of eyes you can look into and feel heavenly getting lost. The kind that played with light the way the deep royal blue oceans are gentle. I remember how I used to see my reflection weaved in them.
After so long, I find myself sitting crossed legged across the café from you. I’m laughing; I laugh and hope you’re watching. Not so that you see I’m happy but that maybe, just maybe, you’ll fall for my smile like for old time’s sake. Seeing you today, so happy with her made me realize that you will never forgive me. Your hand in hers, your eyes drowning into hers, smiling at each other like no one’s around. It reminded me of the pain. I don’t like the memories: Tears come easily and once I break that promise I made to myself, it will be a constant battle again. A war between remembering and forgetting.
If only I knew, then, how to make you want to be with me forever.
If only I took one extra minute to think before I risk everything between us.
“If only” will not drive you back to me… I lost our sweet, sweet love and I’m terrified to love again. I had a desire for every inch of you. The smell of your breath on my needing lips, the taste of you under the covers, and your voice rummaging through every vein in my body.
You turned and suddenly saw me. We looked at each other, but we weren’t seeing. I saw you, I saw your face, but I didn’t see your eyes. Something was missing, something was not their… You had buried your heart in dust, followed by our love. And it was time I did the same.
The girl with the brown eyes 