I can't remember the first time I saw those eyes. It seems
that they were always there, a part of my own existence
perhaps, following me wherever I go. I recall being
terrified, sometimes half paralyzed by their perfection.
They were very blurry at first, but as time went by their
image became clearer and clearer, brighter and brighter,
until at some point the stars seemed pale in comparison and
the sun seemed to have retreated, probably realizing it
can't compete with their beauty.
I became accustomed to their presence, to the sparkle in
them when I was happy, to the strong sadness they wore to
reflect my own dark emotions, until eventually we became
one, and their memory slowly faded away, letting me be.
But now I can't really decide what to do, for I have found
them again - found them in you.



I wrote this to my girlfriend. This may be the reason I love
this monolog so much. Just thought someone out there might
be interested in knowing.
HarryCohenSeldon.