It’s been 4 months. 4 months since I saw your eyes in a new light and in that time I’ve yet to find the words or colour to place your eyes into a category. Not that I’ve checked a colour chart or even opened a book with the aim of finding a label. I just stare into them, waiting for it to come to me. I watch your eyes from all angles, you look away and I get a different view of the same captivating scene.
But the beauty doesn’t come from the colour and texture of your eyes alone; it comes from the way you look at me and mine. The first time I saw you as Roley, your eyes saw me as a sweet boy you wanted to hold and kiss. Your eyes today see me as the boy you love, the boy you could spend hours swapping stares with while resting your head against. Some might not notice the change but I can and so can you.