I looked at her eyes.
Her eyes that glistened like a pool of infinite stars.
Yet I could see the sadness and pain in them.
They were beautiful yet so familiar.
I asked her if she was okay. If she was bothered by something. If she was sad.
She remained silent then for a moment our eye locked together.
Something from the back of my mind told me I’ve seen those eyes before.
I’ve seen them smile. I’ve seen them scared. But worst of all,
I’ve seen them cry.
I wanted to know her. I wanted to laugh with her. I wanted to protect her.
But most of all, I wanted to be there for her when she cries.
It was strange how much emotion I could carry for a complete stranger. A person I’ve never met before. A person I have no memory of.

The night came as I looked at the shimmering stars that brightened the dark blue dye of emptiness.
I regretted.
I should’ve told her.

‘I remember those beautiful eyes.’