I had never mastered the art of reading people's eyes. I had never be able to stare at someone's eyes for more than 5 minutes. Until I looked closely at your eyes. I could spent hours staring at them. I thought your eyes were the windows to your soul. They were the colour of leaves in the beginning of Autumn. Light brown but with a hint of green.
And in those eyes, I could see a loving and carefree man. A man whose soul had been bruised and hurt. A man whose soul was older than his age. A man who had gone through a lot. A man who's worth loving. Or so I thought.
I wish I knew better. Oh God, did I wish I know better.
Suddenly your eyes didn't bring me the soothing and peaceful breeze that the Autumn brings. You left as soon as the Winter came. Your eyes gave me nothing but an icy cold stare that chilled me to the bone. Though I love the coldness of Winter, I could never bear to look at you for more than five minutes.
Well, I guess eyes were not the windows to anyone's souls. Eyes can lie, too.
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