The Last Stare
written by: Stephany
The first time I ever saw him I felt compelled to stare.
He was bagging up items on the check out line; I slowly pass by unable to take my eyes off.
So much mystery noticed in one moment, his dark glowy eyes, and his highlighting birthmarks.
He didn't notice I was standing near.
Now we're here…
We lock eyes on each other in his car right before the first kiss.. just for a moment I finally felt a tease of bliss.
His eyes told me a story. One of happiness, pain, but also hope.
His eyes told me that he wanted me and my eyes agreed as I also wanted him...
After the good times were over, we were in his car as he was driving me home.
I was about to leave when I looked at him for the last time, his eyes were dark… cold…. selfish, and completely filled with hatred.
How did I miss the signs?
Was I blind?
Did I not want to see what was there all along?
It's alright because now the love is already gone.