You have a relatively large face upon which to convey emotion, but I really only notice your eyes. You say everything with your eyes.
So many days have passed looking at those eyes, I still know nothing about them. The constant grimace that I once despised has grown on me - a look of anticipated disappointment, of high expectations not being met. Your nose crinkles as if you can smell failure. A frown and furrowed brow speak loudly, but those eyes... two icy blue pools of contempt.
Angering you is sensational, like playing with matches. Every harsh word I say is just to see those eyes fill with fire. The heat thrills me.
But it's your smiling eyes that are my favorite. Nothing beats those eyes, not even a thousand Christmas mornings.
Lately your eyes have been foggy. I don't know why. Sometimes I can still see a flicker of light in them.
I hope they clear up soon. I very dearly miss their company.
