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     I open my eyes and gaze into the warmest brown eyes I have ever seen, ever known.  They are the color of polished dark oak and shine with an inner joy; joy of happiness, joy of love, joy of living.  There is peace in those eyes, a peace I will never be able to find, even though being with him brings me a little closer to that inner harmony.  His eyes are sparkling with amusement and it feels as though he is laughing at me, me and my own cold eyes, and then my lips crack into a smile.  He can always make me smile, even on the saddest of days, even when no one else in the world can.  His eyes are mesmerizing and it is with great effort that I am able to jerk myself from their spell.

     My gaze drifts over his face, his nose is straight and splashed with freckles from being out in the sun and his lips are soft, oh so soft.  His face is thin and tan, and he has a dimple on his right cheek when he smiles.  He is smiling now and my world seems to brighten.  His long, black hair is so soft, softer then my own, and I long to run my fingers through it.

     His eyes have caught mine again, and I allow myself to be pulled under their spell once more.  As I search their depths I know I could spend eternity with this boy.  As I stare into his smiling face, his enchanting eyes, I know this is the person I am in love with.  I never want to look away, I want to stay lost in his eyes.  They are so beautiful, so peaceful, so warm, so...

     I put the picture back in its place on my night stand and wipe fiercely at my eyes, trying to stop the flood of tears I can feel trickling down my cheeks.  I glance back at the picture, then look away quickly as more tears form, taking the place of the ones that are forming small wet spots on my T-shirt as they fall from my chin.  I can’t take it, I get up and jog to the bathroom where I curl up into the small space between the sink and toilet.  There I cry silently until there are no more tears left to cry, then I just sit there and rock back and forth.  I don’t think, I don’t feel, I just rock back and forth, back and forth, back and forth....

    The boy in the picture, the boy with the warm, calming eyes, the person I am in love with, has been dead not even three months.