This is dedicated to someone who I kindof love, and his name is John.
The way I felt when I was with him was amazing. It was like a sugar rush, with my pulse picking up, and my teeth wanting to chatter, and my eyes wanting to just look at you. The night we first kissed, your eyes were so blue, and your smile was so bright, and your face was so pale in the silver light shining down on us, almost like a spotlight. I remember we were sitting on the cold ground, huddled up close to each other, and you looked at the time and said quietly and sadly, "I have to go... I'll see you soon, though." I pulled your arm, and you looked at me, and I leaned in and kissed you. It was endless, but at the same time it was quick. I know you opened your eyes in the middle, and then shut them tightly, and pushed in a little more.
The next time I saw you, was at a lunch. You pulled me aside, and let me stand there for a few minutes.
"What are you doing?" I asked. "Just let me look at you a little longer," you said, not taking those beautiful blue eyes off me. With those eyes, you could be a heartbreaker, and you wouldn't even know. I let you look, and I felt pretty, beautiful even. I knew that this wouldn't last long, but while it did, I could be broken down to the quick.
You found me, and it's hard to imagine I was even lost, but when I was with you, I felt like I was home. At home in the tranquil oceans of the sapphires of the blue mists in your eyes. You were different, and when and if I ever saw eyes like those again, I'd be damned.