I was thinking... Those eyes were looking again. The part where I left myself is looking back again for something which was never existed. I was amused with her eyes 👀
I was looking for her, but she never came back when I was waiting. Those eyes turned me back again for her.
The Eyes That Never Left
There are some eyes that do not leave you. They return quietly, long after the person has disappeared, opening doors inside you that you never knew existed. Those eyes found me again.Or they found the part of me I had left behind.
I kept searching for her, yet she never came back. While I waited, silence became my companion. She never spoke a word, never even lifted her head. Yet her eyes carried entire conversations—conversations no voice could have expressed.
Some people speak with words. Some speak with their presence. She spoke with her eyes. There was something about them. The gentle black line around them made every glance feel like a sentence waiting to be understood. I couldn't look away. My eyes kept returning to hers, as though they had remembered a place my heart had forgotten.
As if I had been searching all my life for something without knowing its name. A feeling. A fragment of myself that had never fully existed, yet had always been missing.
Life often feels like a room where everyone waits for a reason to speak. Conversations begin only when there is a problem. Hearts remain locked, and silence becomes a language of its own, That is why her eyes stayed with me.
They reminded me that some stories are never spoken. Some people enter our lives not to stay, but to reveal the emptiness we have been carrying all along. Maybe I wasn't searching for her.Maybe I was searching for the version of myself I could only see reflected in her eyes.
It reminded me again don't lookout for me, I never be of you and never out of you. I am not your existence.................
