The Boy with the Blue Eyes

There he was
Standing right beside me
Walking slowly
Full of confidence and relaxation
Keeping my pace
His arms lay by his side
In a state of casual comfort
His crisp white t-shirt gave his skin a tanned look
The kind you would expect to see on a surfer
It gave him a warm, inviting appearance
The light was perfect
It lit up his long blonde curls
Casting a glimmer of gold
Disheveled as it was
It looked as good as any other day
If not better
His lips were parted in smile that almost made all my practiced poise melt away
One of those smiles that could flip your world
It reached all the way to his eyes
His striking blue eyes were full of laughter
If one were to ask me what my favorite color was
I would say the icy blue of his eyes
At some moments they would be full of such resonating joy
Lighting them up, the color of the sky
At others, they were cold and indifferent
Giving them a bluish-gray tone
They could be filled with thought too
Having the appearance of a baby blue
At the moment, the were looking at me intently
Stealing my breath away
Filling my stomach with butterflies
That was the same look he gave me while we were watching that movie in English
Filled with curiosity
But at the same time with content
I was trapped in them
Held as if turned to stone by Medusa's gaze
Trying to keep my composure
He threw his head back in laughter
A pleasing, attractive sound that made me feel safe
All I wanted was to take a picture of that moment and keep it forever
Reminding me of all the fun we had
And the excitement of what was to come.