Blue. The most soul-piercing shade of blue greeted my eyes, and I couldn’t move. I was frozen. It was as if the blue sprung forth from those eyes and froze me in a solid block of ice. Yet, I wasn’t cold. In fact, as those eyes stared deep into my soul a fire ignited and burned brightly within me like I haven’t felt before. Perhaps it was the burn of the ice, but all I saw as I stared as those fantastic blue pools was warmth.
I had yet to be able to tear my view from his eyes and already I knew those eyes belonged to the man I was meant to spend the rest of my life with. There was no question in my mind, heart, or body. The pull tugging me ever closer was stronger than mere chemistry as I swam in the liquid embraces of those sapphire depths.
That woman would not stop staring. I thought, at first, that she might have been daydreaming but if I shifted she’d follow suit, almost absentmindedly. Every time I remotely came close to glancing in her direction, I was assaulted by her dark brown eyes.
She was pretty in a haphazard sort of way. Her hair frizzed about wildly, reaching for strangers as they passed and her clothes hung on her narrow frame loosely as if only a clothes hanger were holding them aloft. Her makeup lightly spread across her face did nothing to hide her smattering of freckles. Her cheeks were rosy, from the sun or a blush, I wasn’t sure. She was an attractive spectacle to behold. Despite the wild and frayed appearance a subtle studiousness surrounded her and drew me in.
I soon found myself returning her stare wholeheartedly.