I see you.
The one with the beautiful eyes.
You stand there, scared.
You look around.

You see me.
Your eyes glitter without the sun even shining on it.
My heart skips a beat.
Like I just had a heart attack.

You move closer.
I stand still, scared as well.
You stand in front of me.
Our eyes meeting instantly.

You held my hand.
I held yours.
You told me about yourself.
I told you about myself.

We talked the entire night.
Our hands never letting go.
You look into my eyes once again.
You smiled the brightest.

You leaned in.
I did too.
Once our lips touched,
It all just felt incredibly new.

We dated for a year.
We argued here and there.
I told you my problems.
You told me yours.

But we always seem to figure them out in the end.

I see you walking down the aisle towards me.
Your hair silky and shiny.
Your eyes shining like two beautiful stars.
Your smile having to be the only beautiful curve I can ever see on you.

Later the night, we loved.
We held together.
We whispered loving words.
And having to see you was the best part.

One day, I stood there.
I worked, and worked.
Awaiting to have you as my prize in the end of the day.
Awaiting to see your loving smile again.

A bright light shun.
It burned.
It stung.
It stole my sight.

My body bleeding.
My joints aching.
My lips quivering.

My eyes blinded.

I felt you standing next to me.
You held my hand like how we first met.
I couldn't look into your eyes.
I couldn't see your lovely smile that I have been waiting for.

I couldn't see you.