I knew a girl once, who was beautiful like the rainbows in a soap bubble
. She could hypnotize
you with a glance, flood
ing your brain with childish fascination
. She had long, gorgeous dark hair, and lips that went on forever
. Looking into her eyes was like staring at the sun
, from forty feet away. I swear that if the heat
of it did not directly melt you, then you would suffocate
from it at the very least. I only did it once. It was a warm summer afternoon
by the neighborhood pool. The sky was dimming, and she happened to be sitting next to me. I turned to glance at her, in that same insecure
manner with which I always looked upon her, and caught her eyes
. They just swallowed me. I saw the clouds reflected in them, against that beautiful shade of blue
. I can still see all the lines, the spots and bands of light and dark color which give eyes their true complexity
. And at the center of that, her pupils, deep and impossibly dark
. How long did I sit there like that?
"What?" she said.
I stammered, fumbling
for some sort of eloquence
to explain my still-present stare. "You have very deep eyes."
She gave me a strange look. "You're a weird guy. Sometimes you kind of scare me
." Then she dove into the pool.
Why do all the pretty things always run away from me?