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I never kissed her, I never conversed with her, the two of us never touched.
She sat across the classroom from me and never noticed me, but I noticed her.
.
Her eyes were metallic blue, so clear that the rest of her features hardly mattered.
She could have weighed three hundred pounds, she could have been smelly,
she could have been profane, but it would not have mattered, because all I saw
were those metallic blue eyes set perfectly in her clear, creamy complexion, her
short brown hair simple and smooth, framing that face in which two clear metallic
blue eyes floated for my private pleasure.
.
I don’t remember her name. I never had the courage to speak with her. I have
no idea what became of her.
.
I just remember those clear blue metallic eyes longing for me, even though their
owner was not aware of my existence. I remember longing for her eyes and
everything that went with them, but this was long before I knew how to reach
out and ask for what I wanted, long before I knew why I wanted what I wanted,
long before life eased me slowly into maturity and mellowness.
.
Down the many years since, I fell in love a thousand times, a moment at a time.
But the girl with the clear metallic blue eyes still flirts without knowing it, still makes
me smile, reminds me that longing is far better than possessing, far more powerful
than love gained and lost, far more potent than reality
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© 2011 A.D. by Jim Reed