The Boy With Green Eyes
I don't remember when had I met him and was allured by his intense green eyes which held the key to all my secrets.
I never had bothered exchanging any sort of information so as to keep in touch after we would be miles apart ; it didn't seem necessary. We would walk along the riviera, talk about the pettiest and most important things all together at the same time, collect shells and feed seagulls. We would roam around bare feet on the wet, damp sand until the lifeguards had to chase us off the beach during times of high tide and give ice creams to homeless people. He would often buy me little surprises, which would melt my heart and I would surprise him by cooking small delicacies for him. I don't remember how many times I've cried on his shoulders and he's wiped my tears ; I don't remember how many times he's made me laugh ; I don't remember how many times he's calmed down my fervid storms of emotions or how many times he's ensured that the blanket doesn't slide off me. I don't remember how many times I've been panic stricken by the thought of him leaving ; I don't remember how many times I've rushed over to apologize to him after an argument ; I don't remember saying bye to him on an unanticipated, fateful, windy day.
The painful memory of leaving him still haunts me. When I said bye and waved my hand, my hat blew off my head and he ran to get it for me. I stretched my hand for the hat but that mischievous smile began to play it's charm on me. He teased me saying, "Hats have never suited you. I'm taking this with me." And that's when I saw it. His eyes were swimming with tears but he didn't let them drop. He was going to say something, but he kept mum. He was going to stay, plead me to not leave, but he just walked away.
I think that was the only time when my tears were shed with true meaning.
I never had bothered exchanging any sort of information so as to keep in touch after we would be miles apart ; it didn't seem necessary. We would walk along the riviera, talk about the pettiest and most important things all together at the same time, collect shells and feed seagulls. We would roam around bare feet on the wet, damp sand until the lifeguards had to chase us off the beach during times of high tide and give ice creams to homeless people. He would often buy me little surprises, which would melt my heart and I would surprise him by cooking small delicacies for him. I don't remember how many times I've cried on his shoulders and he's wiped my tears ; I don't remember how many times he's made me laugh ; I don't remember how many times he's calmed down my fervid storms of emotions or how many times he's ensured that the blanket doesn't slide off me. I don't remember how many times I've been panic stricken by the thought of him leaving ; I don't remember how many times I've rushed over to apologize to him after an argument ; I don't remember saying bye to him on an unanticipated, fateful, windy day.
The painful memory of leaving him still haunts me. When I said bye and waved my hand, my hat blew off my head and he ran to get it for me. I stretched my hand for the hat but that mischievous smile began to play it's charm on me. He teased me saying, "Hats have never suited you. I'm taking this with me." And that's when I saw it. His eyes were swimming with tears but he didn't let them drop. He was going to say something, but he kept mum. He was going to stay, plead me to not leave, but he just walked away.
I think that was the only time when my tears were shed with true meaning.
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