Confessions of the brown eyed girl.

Walking through life, many people pass her by.  Some are old.  Some are young.  Some look friendly.  Some angry.  Some smile and wave, but most do not.  She has always been known as quiet.  Those who do not know her, see her as shy.  In many ways she remains under the radar.  But there is one feature she cannot hide.  Her brown eyes.  Those passing by, whether they smile or not, always notice her eyes.  She receives many compliments on her piercing brown eyes that are beautifully accented by long eyelashes.  She receives the compliments well, but she continues on her way, trying to stay out of everybody's path.  While the compliments are appreciated, she feels as if her eyes don't get the attention they truly deserve.  Her eyes are so much more than beauty.  As she walks through life as a shy passerby, her eyes penetrate her surroundings and absorb every detail.   They can see the couple fighting across the street.  They see the child playing on the playground that to him serves as neverland.  They see the guy who just tripped and hoped no one was looking.  They see the license plate on every car that drives by and wonder where they are coming from and where they are going.  They see the emotion in another's eyes.  They see the sun playing peek-a-boo with the clouds and the river caressing the valley.  They see the potential in every one that passes by.  They see everything.  With every observance that her brown eyes make, a message is sent to her red heart.  A message that tells her to cry.  A message that tells her to learn.  A message that tells her to smile.  A message that tells her to laugh.  A message that tells her to wonder.  A message that tells her to be grateful.  Her brown eyes are the gateway to her red heart.   But nobody sees her eyes for what they really are.  Whether in her home state, a new state, or even a foreign country, it is always the same.  People pass her by without taking time to notice what her eyes can truly see.   Even the select few that can be called her friends do not fully understand how deeply her eyes can penetrate.  With every one that passes by, she wonders.  Wonders when she will find the person that will look into her eyes and see more than the delicious chocolate swirls they resemble.  The person that will see the gateway to her heart.  She often questions if she will recognize that person when they come.  But she will.  Her eyes will see them.  Her eyes see everything.  She will feel them.  Feel them penetrate the gateway to her heart with beautiful eyes of their own.