I never much cared for brown eyes.
They always seemed dull, not very exciting, emotionless.
But I found that, until I met her, I never truly looked at brown eyes.
The first time I looked into them, really looked into them, I was so amazed; my heart was pounding in a way I've never felt.
The light was shining in such a way that reflected off of her orbs. They shined a golden color, full of joy and excitement for living.
My breath is taken from my chest every time I look at them without those glass barriers in the way.
Yet all I can bring myself to say is
"You look less crappy without the glasses, Four-Eyes."