Reflection
I used to hate my eyes. I hated how one was bigger than the other. I hated how, when I smile, my eyes disappear. I hated it because they never looked the way I wanted them to. But because of you, it became my favorite thing. Because when you look at me, I forget all the things I used to hate about them. I’ve been staring at myself in the mirror lately, trying to figure out when my eyes stopped sparkling the way they used to. Sometimes I wonder if the sparkle was really mine, or if it was just a reflection of how you looked at me.