Maybe it was the eyes, they are the windows of the soul, and perhaps he had a beautiful soul. And that is the reason why his eyes attract and betray, they called her to the bottom of a dark and palatable sea. Black eyes were so dark that they were so hard to know what to expect inside. Black eyes, she thought and loved them. They were stagnant, paralyzed, only the eyes and the sound of waves crashing in the rocks night, also black and sober, equally hard and old. They looked like they were salted-water as his dark face was wet when the sea overflowed ebony. Beneath the thick eyebrows, wild eyebrows, a hint of carelessness, slouch. Oh, she would spend eternity there, no doubt. Just to understand, just to watch, and dive into that ocean of confusion that he was, that his eyes were lost and intoxicating…  ♥