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I've heard that if you look close enough into the eyes of another person you will see the faintest flicker of light. Science will tell you that this is simply the refraction of light off of the back of the cornea, but until you have starred into eyes as beautiful as her's were you wouldn't understand that what you are seeing can't be explained with science, it is purely spiritual.
I will never forget the first time I saw her. Her blonde hair was the first thing that caught my attention as I walked into the Seattle penthouse that night, it flowed across her shoulders and down her back like a golden waterfall. Slightly curled, it bounced as she walked across the room in a bright green dress, that shinned in the light that was falling from the ceiling as if it where following her every move. The truth was however, it wasn't the light following her, it was me, I couldn't take my eyes off of her. I watched her as she made her way around the party, the smiles she gave people as she shook hands with the guests, the way she threw her head back to laugh at people's jokes or when she had received a compliment that made her blush.
All of a sudden she began to walk towards me, my eyes still locked on her as she moved past one of the servers, removing a glass of champagne from his tray without stopping. Suddenly, there she was standing right in front of me. I froze as she tilted her head slightly to the left and looked me straight in the eyes. I panicked, how would I explain myself? So many things went through my head at that moment that I found it impossible to speak. She had me speechless, and that is when I saw it, that flicker. She had golden brown eyes that seemed deeper than anything I had ever seen, as if within them could have been the entire universe.
She raised her eyebrows and said something that I missed. I shook myself out of the trance and she said it again, the words I will never forget, "Have you missed me?" It took me a second to respond. I was caught off guard by the strange question "Sorry", I was stumbling over my own words, "Do I know you?"
"It would certainly seem like it, the way you have been starring at me all night, or perhaps you always stare at strangers with those eyes."
I'm sorry?
"as if you are trying to remember them from somewhere." she said.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to, it's just that, just that you look so. . ." she quickly interrupted, "beautiful, familiar, strange, well, which one is it?"
I was lost for words, it isn't until you are face to face with perfection that you realize there are no words to describe exactly how you feel, how can someone so flawed possibly say the right things about someone so perfect.

To be continued. . .