Dear Calum, 

I wish I had told you how your eyes were as murky and mysterious as space, and how it holds the whole universe. I could just look in your eyes and know that I was home. You make me feel like home, Cal. Back to your eyes. Your eyes holds the kind of warmth that I can bask in during winter, and never get tired even if it was summer. The sun and stars never shone brighter than your eyes, and I could never look away, not even if I tried to. You really could break my heart with those eyes (except, you did). 

Your eyes held speck of stolen sunlight, and I was the only one who saw it. Although, I had wished I said it out loud back then. Your deep, brown eyes makes me feel like I belong with you. Never have I doubted your love for me; not when I saw the look on your face when they asked you to describe the things that you loved.  I wish I had told you how your eyes had drawn me in. 

Yours sincerly, 

Bea