October 5, 2019
His green eyes look gold sometimes. Often they look like emeralds. What I really want to tell you is that his eyes always look bewitching. "This is the first time we're meeting," I tell him. "Yet it feels like I've known you my whole life, and had been looking for you for forever until now," he answers. Sincerely. So I hesitate to make a joke. I say it anyway: "Wow, that'd be a nice song lyric." "You're right," he says earnestly again. I don't know how to tell him, this is a dream. We're not supposed to be honest here.