Blue had always been my favorite color, but it took on a whole new meaning when I met Mark. The first thing I noticed about him was his bright blue eyes hidden behind black rimmed glasses. I complimented him on them, and smiled when he blushed. He was the cutest thing I'd ever seen.
I couldn't have been happier when he picked me up for our first date in a blue sweater. I did my best to suppress a cheesy smile when I took him in, biting my lip and trying not to act like a giddy twelve year old with a crush.
Later that night, we were just sitting on a park bench, watching the ducks run around a pond in Central Park. My fingers found themselves gently tugging at the fraying ends of his sweater.
"This color looks good on you," I complimented, looking at his face.
"Thanks," he muttered, a slight tinge of pink hitting his cheek.
"No, I mean it," I smiled, making eye contact. "It brings out your eyes. You have the prettiest eyes…"
Mark's cheeks turned bright crimson. He looked down, focusing the blue gaze on his hand, which was absentmindedly playing with a hole in his jeans.
"Don't look away," I touched my hand to his cheek, pulling his face close. "I can't see them if you're not looking at me."
He grinned. "Thanks, no one – no one's ever really paid attention to my eyes before."
"Their loss," I murmured leaning into kiss him. He kissed me back, gently and softly, his hand respectfully resting on my knee. "Can I see them without the glasses?"
Mark complied, removing the glasses and looking at me, although he probably couldn't see me too clearly.
"Wow…" was all I could say before he returned the black frames to his face. "I could just sit here and stare at your eyes forever."
"I give you permission," he smiled, leaning in for another kiss.
Fin