Beneath Those Eyes

Lilly has beautiful eyes.

Not the kind of beautiful

you notice once and forget —

the kind that stays with me

long after she looks away.

She looks mean sometimes,

almost cold,

like the world has taught her

not to let everyone get close. 🥀

Because I've seen what's underneath.

Behind that guarded expression

is one of the best people

I could ever know.

She's softer than she lets people believe,

kinder than her attitude suggests,

and somehow even more beautiful

when she forgets she's supposed to be guarded.

People might look at Lilly

and think they understand her.

I look closer.

I notice the little things —

the way her eyes change when she's happy,

the way she tries to hide her smile,

the quiet moments when her walls come down

and she lets the real her breathe.

And those moments

are the ones I keep closest to my heart. ❤️‍🩹

Sometimes she looks at me

and everything around us disappears. 🌑

No noise.

No people.

No outside world.

Just Lilly,

her eyes locked onto mine.

She doesn't say anything.

Neither do I.

We just stare at each other

like we're having a conversation

neither of us knows how to speak.

And I don't look away.

Neither does she.

There's something almost frightening

about being seen that completely.

Like she can find the parts of me

I hide behind jokes, silence,

and pretending I'm okay.

For those few seconds,

there is nowhere to hide.

No pretending.

Just two people

standing in the quiet,

letting their eyes say

what their voices cannot.

And then there are her kisses.

The kind that somehow

make the whole world feel quieter. ❤️

Not because they're perfect,

but because they're hers.

And maybe that's why

they stay with me.

Some moments disappear

the second they end.

They linger.

A memory I can close my eyes

and somehow still feel in my heart.

The kind of memory

that reminds me why certain people

leave footprints in places

we didn't know could be touched. 🥀

So yes, Lilly is beautiful.

But beautiful isn't enough

to describe her.

She's complicated.

She's guarded.

She's difficult sometimes.

She's soft when you get close enough

to discover it.

She's the kind of person

you don't understand immediately.

You have to stay.

You have to listen.

You have to notice

what everyone else overlooks.

I've seen her sharp edges

and her soft ones.

I've seen the silence

and the laughter.

I've seen the girl

everyone thinks they know

and the girl

almost nobody gets to meet.

And somehow,

I keep choosing the second one.

The Lilly beneath the Lilly.

The girl behind those beautiful eyes. 👁️🖤

The girl whose smile

can pull me out of my darkest thoughts.

The girl whose presence

can make an ordinary moment

feel like something worth remembering.

The girl whose affection

has a warmth I don't think

I'll ever forget.

And maybe that's what makes her

so dangerous to my heart.

She doesn't have to try.

And somehow,

that's enough to make me care

more than I ever planned to.

She's in the thoughts

I never say aloud.

In the songs

that suddenly mean something different.

In the quiet moments

when I catch myself smiling

and realize she's the reason.

And when she looks at me like that,

I forget every reason

I ever had to be afraid.

For a moment,

I don't need words.

I don't need promises.

That smile.

That warmth.

That feeling of knowing

I'm close to someone

who has somehow become

a part of my world. 🖤

And if loving someone

means seeing the parts

they don't show the world —

The light.

The darkness.

The pieces she thinks

are too difficult to love.

I want to understand them.

Because when I look into those eyes,

I don't see someone I need to fix.

Someone I want to remember.

Someone who, somehow,

makes even the darkest parts of me

feel a little less alone. 🌑🖤