I used to be afraid of looking into a set of blue eyes. They used to intimidate me. I found them frightening, and not beautiful. Whenever I had to meet their gaze, I couldn’t help but think afterward how many women and men saw blue before their downfall.
I won’t lower my own eyes out of fear anymore. I have realized my black eyes are more intimidating than any shade of sky.
They say eyes are the window to the soul.
The clarity in yours cannot occult the pureness of your heart.
Your sweetness oozes out.
Blue isn’t scary anymore.
especially when they’re gazing up at me.
Niño. Puppy.
