You’re a miracle. We’re all miracles. Know why? Because as humans, every day we go about our business, and all that time we know, we all know, that the things we love, the people we love, at any time now can all be taken away. We live knowing that and we keep going anyway.
She had the most beautiful eyes. They were brown and therefore retained much of their information. You could not read them instantly like blue eyes. You had to keep looking, you had to study. Like searching for familiar forms in a darkened room. And there were sparks of mischief firing along the thin gold wires that streaked the iris. They were loyal eyes. Deeper, there was warmth, almost a glow. Just the crumbs from a fire, smoldering on. I loved when her eyelashes twitched and she blinked, and suddenly happiness was there inside her eyes. Unmistakable. Like a single word printed on a clean white page. I love seeing that word in her eyes.