Eyes. That's what I am. That's all I've ever been. I have long, dark ash brown hair, calloused fingertips on my left hand from playing guitar and when I talk too quickly or emotionally, I get a slight lisp. But despite how very complex I am, despite how human I am, all that guys deem noteworthy about me are my eyes. My gorgeously blue eyes. The bane of my existence. All that every guy has ever loved about me was my eyes.My life has been a series of dramatic, romantic entries by men who are hopelessly and unreasonably in love with me. The love they feel for me burns like an unquenchable wildfire; hot, steamy, fast-moving, and unpredictable. Regardless of the unpredictability of the fire, one thing is for certain.The love always dies.
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