Those eyes

It is slipping into that pair of jeans you wore when it all started. You cannot wear those jeans anymore. You met him that day, when you were wearing those jeans that were once a favorite of yours. You had a conversation with him, but you do not remember a word he said. All you can remember are those eyes. It is the color of those eyes. Those eyes that you could not stop staring into because every time you blinked you forgot what they looked like. It filled you with terror that those eyes might not stay with you. That is why you made sure to look into them as often as you could. Whenever you were with him, you kept your eyes open as long as possible because you wanted to, because you needed to, remember his eyes forever. Those eyes pierced you. Those eyes held the key to your soul. You had given it to him the second you had seen him. This color portrayed the love you had for him. The love he had for you. Like, the way he would hesitate before kissing you just to make sure that it was okay with you. It was always okay. He protected you. He  made you feel like you were his one and only. You felt like a hot-air balloon floating up and up and up into the sky. It was that day at the beach with him. Perfection. Laughing and splashing each other in the waves. The man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. It is the question of why did it stop? Most of all, it is the day when it ended. You remember every word from this conversation. The way his eyes refused to meet yours. He did not want to look into your soul, even though you wanted him too, so badly. It is how you felt walking home alone, looking at that sky that was this color, but the wrong shade. The sky did not match how you felt. It did not match his eyes which were embedded in your memory forever. It was all the wrong shade, but it was all in this color. This color that built your world and then shattered it.