When I looked into those eyes for the first time, I knew they would be more important to me than anything. What I didn't know was how quickly they would become the only thing I saw. Or how much it would hurt to love them and lose them so soon after they had showed me the world in a true-blue way. That shade of blue was the ocean, so deep you could never see below the surface, until you had learned to dive deep enough to see the swirling currents of hidden meaning tucked behind every rock. Now I'm sitting here alone at our spot locked away in the rocks of the chasm, numb, there's no feeling, none, wondering when it will hit me like a tidal wave, and how, just how is this real, when he seems so close and I can still feel his love and laughter hurtling towards me through the light in his dark eyes. Then I'm picturing his eyes and drowning, drowning in the sorrow that is truth, wishing just once those blue eyes would swallow me so I wouldn't feel the pain. I want to, need to follow those eyes but I can't, I can't throw my life away when we are so close to achieving what he died for.
I can't give up now.