I have beautiful blue eyes.
He's 67. I have never seen a man in so much despair.... His eyes reflected the endless tears that had fallen throughout the night, his head hung low as his eyes stared blankly at the floor...
He was wondering where the fuck time went. And how the fuck they got here. He was wondering why he came home late every night for the past 30 years... and why they didn't learn to dance. He's blaming fate because its not fucking fair. They didn't get to see the pyramids... and they skipped hornby island last year cause work was busy. He says he'll give it all up - his things, his job just for more time with her
She sat next to him. I'm guessing like she always sat there... waiting. She's been waiting for him for the past 35 years of her life. But he's still too caught up in himself, his anguish, to look at her, stroke her hair and whisper softly in her ear - I love you.
Fuck raised toilet seats and bathbenches. I told them to run away together... because for a moment, just one, i believed that love could outrun death.
She had beautiful blue eyes just like mine...