I know Luna can’t understand that I love these things about her, because when she looks in the mirror her eyes don’t appear to hold any joy. If only she’d allow more of the world to see it all. These ponds of beauty are windows to her soul, to her heart, both of which are filled to the brim with such strong contrasting waves of ecstasy and sorrow. Luna’s eyes are brown, yet they remind me of a crystal clear lake in which one can see everything occurring under the surface – that is, if they stop to look for long enough. She’s not afraid of the things I’m afraid of, or maybe she’s just better at hiding it. I like when she loses her head over a topic she knows so much about. Sometimes a heavy weight forms in my stomach, scared of what people might say about two girls holding hands and kissing in the rain, but that fear disappears when I think of her. With Luna I can feel free to laugh without inhibitions. It never felt this way when I had a boyfriend, when I flirted with any boy. I love that feeling where my smile is real and constantly present. I like being alone with Luna, up in the clouds of our own reality. But I don’t need oxygen when I’m with her. She held me so tight in that moment that I felt, for a split, second as if I were unable to breathe. Her eyes were so bright, so happy as I suddenly cupped her cheek and kissed her in the moonlight. The light sparkled in Luna’s hair as she stomped in puddles with her tattered pink Converse sneakers. Rain poured down angrily on the night of our first kiss, and yet I don’t think the sky has ever been more beautiful. If she’s terribly upset, her eyes will simply go blank. Her eyes hold pools of happiness visible even on the darkest of nights. Her eyes are that of the soil in the ground which enables yellow daffodils to bloom in spring. I wholeheartedly disagree, though I know I might never manage to change her opinion. Luna’s always found this absurd and claims her eyes are boring, that there is nothing special in them. Her brown eyes caught my attention first. “Three Years Looking Into Those Eyes” by Jorge Peña, 2017
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