In the sun, his eyes were green with golden flakes that seemed like stars at times when he looked at me.

In a dimly lit room, his eyes were a soft brown, especially as he's watching me do a mundane task. I'd like to imagine he's picturing us ten or so years from now doing the same thing.

In that rare occasion where the lighting is in between, his eyes are a dark jungle green which showcases his wild and playful soul.

These eyes which are attached to the same person are the eyes I could never tire from looking at.

When he smiles, I wonder if he knows everything is going to be alright.

When he cries, my heart breaks and I silently vow to myself that I'll prevent it from ever happening again, but I know I can't control anything as much as I'd like to try.