I never thought about eyes in any other way than the way they were meant to be used. But the trouble is, the more I looked, the more I saw. And the more I saw, the more I realized I haven’t seen a thing. I didn’t see everything. I didn’t see anything. I didn’t see motives, I didn’t see heartbreak.
Until I met you. And then it all made sense. I see right into your eyes. They’re like crystal balls, telling me all about you – your past, your present, what you love and what you hate.
It’s all there inside your eyes, in a place so obvious, people forget to look.