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may 9, 2004
his eyes were blue and blue and blue and they went on forever. I don't remember him looking at me, though I know he did. the blue eyes were directed outward to the future and inward on himself, and when he was most focused on me they were closed so his blue blue eyes remained only his.
his are the only color eyes I remember. I don't know what color eyes the others had; not the one who never called back or the one I nearly married or the one who looked at me so intently I thought it would all end there, all of it, everything, the whole world and all the bars and taxis and streetlamps and people and everything in it. their eyes told different stories of lust and love and inscrutability but I couldn't remember a single color. maybe it was because his eyes didn't suck me in and make my nerves hum and distract me. maybe it was because his eyes were always looking away, were always seeing something past us. maybe it was because they were so clear and open and beautiful.
his eyes were blue and blue and blue, and I wanted to want to fall into them, forever looking away.