Everything around me was reduced to a singular blur— now only in my head him and me.

I felt connected to him, is this sincere or just a little something to numb the pain I had been shutting away.

His cashmere eyes looked at me in the most gleeful way, god can’t he just kiss me already?

My heart separated, rearranged, and got back in place for him— and I just knew his did too.

Millions of rainbows filled my eyes; unsurprisingly, I knew every small detail about him.

I love his eyes, but I love mine better. Because without mine I wouldn’t be able to see a face like his.

“Oh boy, wouldn’t you just let me be your fool?”