They were amazing, clear and sharp as only her eyes are capable of being. They were precise in their glances and glares, thought they never glanced at me. In this world, I fade into the background, into the darkness where other forgotten people stand and wait to be discovered by the person they love. She's never noticed me, but even I know the reason why she'd never see me.
So I can only watch her from a distance, from the distance of a few hundred feet, but even from that distance, those extraordinary eyes shine clearly through the crowd. Even from such a safe distance, I can see those magnificent eyes that burn. She's the lovely girl I've seen in all my days. Could love be too strong an emotion to describe what I feel inside when I glance her way?
I've followed her eyes sometimes, following the movement to all the different people in the room, but they stop on the same person each time: him. That messy, jet-black hair, thick glasses, hazel eyes. He's quite perfect for her, and everybody knows it. Everyone realizes that someday they'll see they're meant to be.
I'm simply nothing to her, a mere boy who knows that she'll never love him, she'll never even bother to meet him. I'm destined to stay in the background, I suppose, without anybody remembering my name. It's sad but true, and I'm already faded away.
He loves her, it's in his eyes; she loves him, too, it's exposed to the public in her eyes. And a question that children always have in their hearts, where does that leave me? I'm nothing; nobody notices what's realized in my eyes. I'll always be what I am, a bland and boring person, who will never be remembered, just as my love will never be noticed.
I love you, Lily Evans. Goodbye, Lily Evans and your magnificent eyes.