Pale Blue Eyes

‘He lied, he lied’ Those words ran through my head. My thoughts clouded with his face, voice, his nose, even his eyes. His eyes, they were so warm, so loving. But now that I look back I realize that every word he spoke was a lie. Now I can’t trust anyone, because he lied.
Eyes are a portal to the soul, every eye is unique, every eye has a way of telling a story, every eye shows good, but it hides the bad. His eyes, his eyes were so beautiful. They were the most beautiful color I could imagine. His blue eyes told the story of struggle. I will never break the promise I made to him, his secrets are still safe.
Fear, fear that he’ll pull me back into his game, overcomes me. I still love him, I know that. He was my world. Every time I think, I think of his pale skin, his light brown freckles, his crooked nose, his light red hair, his ocean eyes, his glasses, his birthmark on the back of his neck, his arms, his legs, and his feet. It’s always him.
I fell too fast, too fast for my own good. I really loved him; it was like we were one person. We were alike in so many ways. We both tried smoking once, we were both comedians, we were redheads, we both fell in love fast, and neither of us had been kissed. He had a sweet smell, vanilla and cookie dough. His voice was soft but deep at the same time. He was a few months younger than me, but he was himself.
I thought that his flaws made him perfect. But there was one that I thought about, and for a split second I had doubt. He told me he had stopped, told me he would never do it again. He lied about that.
He told me he loved me almost every time we talked. But I couldn’t handle not seeing him. He went to a different school, I saw him occasionally. I told him it was over..
I tried to get him off my mind even after I said it was over. I went through five other guys in a month. But each of them had something that reminded me of him. All of them had blue eyes, and they were all funny. But something set them apart for him. He was sweet and nice and loving. Matthew wanted to get in my pants. Nick was a pervert. Chase wasn’t caring. Other Chase didn’t work. Eli was too much like my brother.
On December 11, I asked him to be mine again. He said yes, he told me that he missed me. Told me that he couldn’t live without me. On Christmas eve I found out that he was flirting with my best-friend. I broke up with him, it was a nasty fight.
We started to talk again about a week later. We talked for a while, and when we were almost done talking, he told me he had gotten high. He said that he was stressed. I told him that I wasn’t mad, but not to do it again.
About three days later he gave me my Christmas present. A necklace in the shape of a heart, it had a peace sign cut out of it and the word peace on it. That same day he asked me out again. I said yes and he kissed me. We broke up a week later; I regret every moment I spent with him. But at the same time I miss him terribly. I still love him…