Jesus. Her eyes. Those great big beautiful green eyes. God, she's beautiful. The eyes of the goddess. Green eyes, clear as day, staring up at me, in all their beautiful innocence. She was tough, she had to be the way she grew up. She could beat the crap out of anyone who crossed her, but in those eyes it was a different story. In those eyes she was a little girl, asking for help, needing it badly. I'd been thinking about those eyes for months, they were burned into my brain. But here I was, looking right into them. They did not disappoint. Good God, I love her. I want to marry her...
I want to help her.
She'd been out of town for quite some time, family trouble or something like that. The whole time I was miserable. Before she left, we did everything together, I was always with her, but being the big stupid retard that I am, I never sat down and told her how I felt. Then she was gone. She was gone, and I was miserable. My brain damn near exploded trying to find the justice in the twist of fate that brought her away from me. She knew a guy down there, she knew him before she knew me. I envied the bastard; he must have thought he was the luckiest man alive. But that didn't matter. Nothing mattered. I was looking into her eyes. I had no problems, no worries. I felt like Buddha receiving enlightenment. Her eyes...
I had just told her I loved her. I waited so long to say it. I prayed many nights about what her response would be when I finally said it. Then her lips parted and it was like a dream...
"I love you too..."
And then I looked into her eyes. It must have been forever that I looked into those great big beautiful green eyes. My eyes fell to her lips. Back to her eyes. My eyes closed. We moved closer. I had longed for this moment...