i still remember the first compliment you ever gave me. nobody had said that to me before. you told me my eyes were pretty while i was figuring out how to stop myself from getting lost in yours, you may not know or even care but you’re the reason i get up and go to school- although we don’t speak anymore i want you to know that your face is the first thing i look for in a room of crowded people. You’re my yellow although i may never be yours. thank you. Your eyes are beautiful too, the shade of blue usually described in fairytales. i love you though you may never know.