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The Balconey- Your Eyes

The sight all the way up there was breathtaking. I was able to see for miles along the ocean. And the wind was strong enough to knock the air out of me, but I loved it all the same.

“You like it?” I was slightly surprised to see Brent sitting right beside me, his close proximity making me unable to breath. The sun shone on his natural red hair beautifully. I managed to tear my eyes away from him to say, “Like it? I love it. It’s completely-”

“Breathtaking? I know.” It was silent for a bit as we took in the beauty. I resisted turning to look at him for a long time…well it was really only around 2 minutes until I turned to take in his beauty. His green eyes shone with complete joy; he loved his boat as much as I loved mine. Then a random though came to mind, “Brent,” I breathed, “Why did you start talking to me anyway?”

This left him speechless for a second, “I think it was your eyes. They’re filled with such kindness that they just…drew me in.” My jaw dropped, but Brent wasn’t finished yet.

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