Bright Eyes.

Have you ever wanted to meet a man, a man so beautiful that his whole being spoke volumes? Not that kind of beautiful where his body is chiselled heaven or his face appears to look like David, each contour perfectly measured, making it something of absolute beauty. No, I’m talking about the kind of beauty that is soul deep, one that you can see oozing out of his big, bright, beautiful eyes.

Maybe it could be a man, who has eyes so green, that looking into them feels like you’re surrounded by a forrest with lust greenery. Cool and refreshing, never looking tired or worn out. Gold speck mirroring the effect of sunlight peaking through the tree tops, kissing the floor in random bursts of warm, golden light. Looking into his eyes gives you energy, because he has a soul that is old yet wonderful. Full of experience and wisdom, full of love.

Or maybe it could be a man, who has eyes so blue, staring deep into them is akin to swimming in the clear blue waters of the The Maldives, each thought swimming around like a fish enjoying freedom. Mischievous but irresistible, eyes like these are a tell tale for souls that are adventurous, seeking new knowledge and companionship to share it all with. Stormy blue like the tropical rains that take over, even in a anger or pure determination, make their souls unique and wonderful.

Or it could be a man, who has eyes so brown, honey is the first word that comes to mind. In the warm glow if the morning sun, their eyes turn to shades of brown you couldn’t even begin to imagine. Like honey, it oozes out warmth and comfort. Men like these have the passion of a lover but the gentleness of a father and looking into their eyes will only reveal a soul of a similar kind. Dark yet mysterious, eyes that turn into warm, runny chocolate as the sun sets, tells one that this man has a soul that is serious as he is playful. Souls like his are ones you can trust with all your life, never doubting once that they won’t be the ones to catch you when you feel like your feet have failed you. Caring for you is all they want.

If you’re ever fortunate to find a man who posses such souls, be sure to never let them go because know that you are one of the few bestowed to witness and enjoy the true meaning of a pure and beautiful soul. 

“Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other’s eyes for an instant?” – Henry David Thoreau.

 

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Solitude.

Solitude is very different from a ‘time-out’ from our busy lives. Solitude is the very ground from which community grows. Whenever we pray alone, study, read, write, or simply spend quiet time away from the places where we interact with each other directly, we are potentially opened for a deeper intimacy with each other. – Henri Nouwen

Someone once told me that relationships, may they be friendly or romantically inclined, tend to break down faster if it is strained by the involved being in each other’s company constantly. And by constantly I mean literally never leaving their side.

Before today I never believed it. A prime point I stressed was how no matter what it was always up to the people involved to make it work, but now I truly see what they meant.

Everyone needs their solitude.

Everyone needs their time alone to do what they do best, be themselves. Yes, company is fun, company is much needed but too much can kill not only the relationship but you. You slowly lose a part of yourself, you forget how to just be you cause you’re too busy being you + them or you + him/her.

Solitude is not something people want but essentially need.

From time, I’ve loved me enough for the both of us.

All the bitter hate. All the nonsensical arguments we had because one of us got angry too quickly, took a joke too far, took a comment too seriously. 

All the times we created so much friction after so much passion, so much ease. For all the times where looking at you became so difficult that just being in your company leaves me running for solitude, leaves me hiding from the world cause no matter how much I try to avoid you, its impossible. You’re everywhere, inescapable.  

You left me hanging, alone, without much of a thought. Like I never touched your life, like i never meant anything to you, like my friendship wasn’t worth your worry, your memories. I never did understand, and probably never will, what I could’ve done to deserve such treatment but it must’ve been bad cause everyday slowly starts to feel like a rat caught in a maze only this time there isn’t a block of cheese waiting for me at the end of the line, only sorrow and loneliness follow.

 

And for all those times, no matter the bad or the unbearable, I could never hate you as much as I tried. I’ve just learnt to love me enough for the both of us.