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Big Brown Eyes
When I met him that night, I could only see how painful his eyes were. They were tired, too weary to even see. Someone held his hands and dragged him through the night and I looked back countless times to see those eyes again. I have always been fascinated by eyes, they tell you stories people often miss. He sat next to me but neither of us made an effort to speak. I remember him once asking me for a pencil, maybe that was the time when I fell for him.
It was not the lines of his jaws or the bridge of his nose that made me stare at him. His eyes made me curious, those big brown eyes of him. No matter where I went, I always saw him. I saw him in the cafe eating alone, I saw him in the library sleeping under the cover of "Seize The DAY", I saw him lying on the lawn staring at the sky, I saw him walk home with heavy legs.
He never really was in the class, he never seem to know I was there. His eyes followed the world outside those windows so, many a time he would be asked to leave the class.
All of a sudden he stopped coming to school. Teachers didn't seem to care till it was the third day and his friends, if there were any, didn't bother to know why. On the fourth day, our English teacher announced his death in the class. We were asked to pray for three minutes. I sat there next to the empty chair, I didnt know what to do.
I saw tears drop on the table we once shared. I regretted everything. I regretted every single time when I could not talk to him just because of my stupid fear. The world called it a suicide; a boy killed himself because of his drunkard single mother. He hid so many pains within; I never really knew those beautiful eyes had so much to speak.
He was too weird for others and his stories; too sad to be true. Every now and then; I see him lying on the lawn; his eyes fixed to the sky and every time I see him, I can't move. I still fall for him over and over again, those eyes still pull me towards him and I don't know what is real and what is not anymore. That love is haunting me and I can't find myself getting over those big brown eyes.
©namgay
It was not the lines of his jaws or the bridge of his nose that made me stare at him. His eyes made me curious, those big brown eyes of him. No matter where I went, I always saw him. I saw him in the cafe eating alone, I saw him in the library sleeping under the cover of "Seize The DAY", I saw him lying on the lawn staring at the sky, I saw him walk home with heavy legs.
He never really was in the class, he never seem to know I was there. His eyes followed the world outside those windows so, many a time he would be asked to leave the class.
All of a sudden he stopped coming to school. Teachers didn't seem to care till it was the third day and his friends, if there were any, didn't bother to know why. On the fourth day, our English teacher announced his death in the class. We were asked to pray for three minutes. I sat there next to the empty chair, I didnt know what to do.
I saw tears drop on the table we once shared. I regretted everything. I regretted every single time when I could not talk to him just because of my stupid fear. The world called it a suicide; a boy killed himself because of his drunkard single mother. He hid so many pains within; I never really knew those beautiful eyes had so much to speak.
He was too weird for others and his stories; too sad to be true. Every now and then; I see him lying on the lawn; his eyes fixed to the sky and every time I see him, I can't move. I still fall for him over and over again, those eyes still pull me towards him and I don't know what is real and what is not anymore. That love is haunting me and I can't find myself getting over those big brown eyes.
©namgay
