I searched for you the whole day.

I couldn't spot you, maybe you weren't there at all.

Or so I thought.

Suddenly, I spot dark eyes.

They stare intently into mine.

I gaze deeper, a flash of rememberance splashes over me.

I hear you loudly exclaim.

"Come over here and give me a hug!"

In an instant she runs over to me and our arms wrap around each other faster than anything.

I breathe in her sweet scent and bury my face in her chest.

I missed this, I missed you, I missed her.

Everything around us seemed to pause, we froze for a long period of time.

Her hair was cut short, her makeup was done, and every little thing I'd ever known had appeared to change with the years.

A person who's only met her once or twice would never recognize her.

But to know who she was, all I had to see was her soft hazel eyes.

They're deep and dark like a ragging river.

They will drag you under the ricocheting waves.

But the warmth is calming, you'll enjoy the plunder.

The orbs that sit inside her face could easily end the the human race.

They are intelligent and beautiful.

The shine with golden streaks of Amber.

Her eyes melt through your soul, they give you a new sense of hope, they grow the light inside your chest.

They tell you to do your best.

Though they have the greatest of qualities, I can always sense the hopelessness she feels.

She cannot hide her feelings inside.

She's an emotional wreck.

But I still ca her friend.

I still enjoy studying her hazel eyes.

The ones that prove me of my demise.

Warm

Contempt

Precious

Honest

Pure

Beautiful Beautiful

Brown-Hazel Eyes

Ariah Christman