And when the sunlight hits your eyes, I’m not mesmerized. I see glints of love, and regret, shards of mistakes, hues of confusion and the glaze of hope, false hope that is. There is such sadness in your eyes that it is just down right depressing. But that’s why I like them, personally I mean. I know everyone says the same things about you, over and over again, but still I see what I see, and I say it how it is. Your eyes tell a story, tell me what it is.