Those eyes... those big eyes like lotus blooming in a pond, could drive anyone crazy.
I fell for her. We could spend hours. Me gazing at her eyes. She amused at my gaze.
Her eyes spoke. Of love, of lust, of need. She moved in and I would be with her every second, to see her yawn and see the eyes getting narrow. To see her open her beautiful eyes in the morning . To see her teary eyed, to see her eyes laugh.
And then I woke up one day to see her gone with every single possession of mine.
As part of 100 words on Saturday.