ocean

“what about you?”

she turns to me with those eyes again

oh, those eyes

i stammer

what had she asked me?
“sorry?” my face heats up

she smiles, sweet unlike mine

and her eyes do too

they’ve got the whole ocean in them

i’ve never liked the ocean

until now

until

her

“what about your boy?”

she expects an answer

i grin foolishly, ear-to-ear

“well, his eyes,” 

i hide mine

“they’ve got the whole ocean in them.”`

Author's Note

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