My name is Angie Jensen, and I did NOT have green eyes; or blue, for that matter.

I was a girl from New York, with brown silky hair and eyes that changed its tone every hour.

Until I turned 25.

I realized I was cursed when I was talking with my boyfriend. He went on and on about my sea blue eyes. Soon, I noticed that he was describing my best friend, not me. 

They're happily married.

And  I am no longer in the picture.

From then on, I ask guys to describe me in their own words, as in their idea of beauty.

However, when I  look in the mirror, I see myself.

Despite all the attention and love, when guys described how gorgeous my non-existent blue eyes were, or how toned my stomach was, I began to feel lost. I couldn't identify who I was as my own person. 

Overall, it was pretty bad. In addition to the fact that I would never have a guy forever mine.

Until I met him.

We always bumped into each other in every random occasion countable. Yet, we never got the chance to have a small chat as we were both always in a hurry. 

One day, I was rushing out of the cafe across my office, when I heard honking noises from my car. My arms already full, I dug into my pocket looking for my keys. I freaked out, my keys weren't there. On top of that, everything fell off my arms. I fell down with them and broke into a sob.

I felt a slight nudge on my shoulder. Turning around, I realized it was him.

"Could this happen to be yours," he asked me, handing me my keys.

It was one of my most pathetic moments. My car was honking like crazy. Tears created runways across my cheeks. All my books, bags, and other stuff were scattered around me. It truly was a mess.

At least, I think it was a mess. He invited me for coffee to settle down and we hit it off immediately. Michael was his name.

Our weekly meetings were replaced with daily ones. 

"So, Michael. Can you describe me, in your own words," I asked one day, gathering up all my confidence.

Even though I've asked this question millions of times, this instance was sincerely special. I was really curious about his answer. I listened intensively as he described me:

"Angie, you have the most beautiful smile I've ever seen. That random dimple that forms everytime you smile melts my heart. And your three freckles by your nose are absolutely adorable. Your eyes are breathtaking. I noticed that they change colors according to your mood. When you're mad, they turn brown. But when you're happy they're hazel."

As he stopped talking and looked at me in concern, I finally took notice of the tears streaming down my face. 

This man had described the true me.

I was his idea of absolute beauty.