Those eyes of her are something else. The feelings they bring out in me are something else. She makes me feel carefree. The weight on my shoulders is lighter when she looks at me. I can only imagine how it would feel to touch her. She can’t hide the shimmer she holds in her eyes. It’s small, but it’s there. Just as clear as I can see desire, I also see pure anguish. My little wildflower has been hurt.
