They were the eyes of both mystery and solutions. Equations to puzzles I have been solving for years. Waking up to a dream. Sleeping again for reality. And to the ground I fell. Shattered and scattered, and planted, uprooted. Yet in all the irony, I could not comprehend between the laws.
I was scared. I was afraid. Maybe I was not what he needed. Maybe, for him I was not what he searched. Sparkles and fireflies and eyes that eventually looked away.