Sweet Discovery
It was incredible.
I couldn’t believe what I had discovered after all these years, I had finally looked into his eyes and realized their hazel color.
I had often considered him to be my plain brown eyed friend on the outside with outstanding features within, but I was far from right-
I was left; left to think about and take note of the massive value of the aspects concerning his and my well being.
Everything that had struck me that evening seemed ever so pleasant, but still not as lavish as our first kiss; seconds from my newly discovered observation.
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