Those hands, or the eyes.

I'm not sure which it is. Those hands, or the eyes.


    When I make a fist, his hand completely covers mine. I've never been one that needed protection, in fact one of my tragic flaws is how overly independent I am. I can't stand having to rely on someone else. But when he holds my hand, I feel safe. I feel comforted and taking care of. I feel calm.
    But it's not just when you hold my hand... it's what you do with those hands. Watching them move over the piano and hearing the sounds they play is enough to melt my former icy heart. You use your hands to share your soul, there is nothing more beautiful. I could watch them move all day. And that night, you have no idea what your hands did to me that night.

    The eyes. I've also been one to fall for deep brown eyes... the kind that show depth and understanding. I can't even describe the color of his eyes though. Greens and yellows, the kind that stand out from everyone else... I can't come up with any words to give them justice. There are three times those outrageous eyes stood out to me and broke me of my love for brown eyes forever.

    1. You were playing the piano, the song you wrote for your uncle, and I was dancing. Completely immersed in my own world of trying to create choreography. By this point I barely even noticed you were still in the room... then I turned around and saw you watching me. Those eyes bored straight into mine and I just stopped. It took a couple second to recover and then I know I must of shyed away from habit. But the way you looked at me stuck with me the rest of the time spent in that room, I can still imagine that moment when I'm in my classes and rehearsals wishing everyone else was gone and it was just us two in the room again.
    2. The night we were alone and cuddling. After a while you ended up laying on top of me and you pulled away and stared straight into my eyes as you lowered yourself to kiss my stomach. You dragged that moment out to be the longest of stares. I could tell there were so many things behind that stare, some that I could pick up on and were meant to understand, and others that were meant to be private but generally understood. The honesty and mystery behind that look, it's the look I long for.
    3. The first time you saw me in public after our couple experiences of alone time. You walked in through the door and saw me sitting in the comfy chairs. I don't think you meant to show it as much as you did, but it happened. As soon as you saw me your eyes lit up and and the hugest smile took over your face. It was like a flash... not the kind of panic that is easy to pick up on in a person... but the kind that shows excitement and interest. I know for a fact you were happy to see me... and that makes me happier than you know.



Maybe it's not the hands, or the eyes. I'm starting to think it's everything; cause I could go on about your voice, the stories, the way you dress, and even that hair. Let's not lie, I love that damn hair. So that's what I'm settling on... everything. Everything about him isn't perfect, but right. Exactly right for me.