there was something special about his eyes.
deep and kind with a dull grey coloring.
full of curiosity.
eyes that were soft,
but knew pain.
they were eyes that actually saw her.
he saw her as more than just a pretty blonde with a sexy body.
these eyes saw her strength, her mind.
they saw a girl who reads before bed and writes every morning.
while other eyes stare, his actually see.
and that’s the type of man I want to love me.