Green.
It is truly the most beautiful colour I've ever seen. The softness, the tenderness and the natural calm feeling it gives you. How they always seem to be nice and welcoming, understanding and full of emotions.
But what amazes me the most is the changing in them. Watching them widen as the grassy green turns into fiery green ones. Every time they get this longing, wild look in them, I feel all flustered and melted. One could say I am addicted to this colour. But that's not exactly true. I am addicted to the person with this eye colour. Those eyes. Matt's eyes.
We are sitting on couch in the living room, watching a movie Matt has chosen. Instead of the movie, I only pay attention to those green orbits of his. He notices me staring, and turns to face me. I want to look away, but his eyes catch me and won't let me go. He tilts his head to the side in slight confusion, and inside me I squeal at his cute appearance, his eyes big.
"Don't you like the movie, Mello?", he asks me and I try my best to get my voice out.
"I... uh... I..." is all I manage to mutter.
His hands shift to the remote controller and moments later, we sit in silence, surrounded by darkness. Even in the darkness, his eyes shimmer and glisten.
"Mello..." His hand reaches up to my cheek, and I can feel my face grow hotter and hotter the closer he gets.
"Ma...Matt..." My heart beats rapidly. His fingertips caress my face, trailing along my jawline to my chin, lifting it up slightly.
"You're shaking... and your cheeks feel hot..." His eyes stare into my mine as I stare right back, listening to his whispers.
"Your eyes are big..." Letting his hand slide down to my chest, right above my heart he stops. "And your heartbeat is fast..."
"M-Matt.." , I whisper and suddenly see how his eyes change. How the longing, fiery green returns and all calm in them gone. They are wild and exciting and they leave me speechless once again.
My mouth is slightly agape, and he takes the opportunity to press his lips onto mine. I let out a small noise of satisfaction, wrapping my arms around his neck as I kiss him back. Meanwhile his hands have slipped down to my waist. We tilt our heads in opposite directions, letting our tongues meet and battle inside my mouth. The strange thing is, we both still stare at each other. We always look at the other when we kiss. That's how I always notice the fire in them.
Eventually we part, panting and breathing hard and neither of us is willing to look away, our bodies closely pressed against each others.
And only now, I realize...
Green is the colour I fell in love with...
Green is love.
