I remember the day they asked me what I see when I look at you. I remember how simple they thought my answer would be. Perhaps they thought I’d answer: a girl with beautiful eyes, or my future wife, something ordinary, some answer most people usually reply back with. But you see, when I look at you, it’s not just that simple. What do I see when I look at you? I see a girl who smiles and although she’s been fed broken promise after broken promise, she still smiles. I see a girl with drive and ambition and fuck that has got to be sexier than a model type body. I see a girl who has a shine in her eyes, the type of shine that makes you worry, it makes you worry, because you’re not sure if you can provide her with everything she deserves. When I look at you I see a home with a balcony where we can drink our tea and coffee every morning, followed by a goodbye kiss and “I hope you have a great day.” I see our husky dog, with deep blue eyes, laying on the porch, who’d we name Damian, or Brody, or Alfie, something like that. I picture how the kitchen would be and how I’d invest more money on repairs and maintaining it up to date for you because a chef like you deserves the best kitchen. You know the type of kitchens with those scary looking stoves that have so many buttons, you think one push of a button and you’ll blow up the entire world, yeah it’d be a dream kitchen for any chef. When I look at you I see summer trips to Italy, France, Japan, Finland, and Greece, I see a world with you along my side. I see a family and it might just be us two, or 1, 2, maybe 3 kids but it’d be a family none the less. I see stressful days that would end on our sofa and we’d just lay there eating Chinese food and watch Netflix till our eyes turn red. When I look at you I see 2am “get on top of me and let’s have sex,” followed by the 5am “it’s hot move over or get up and go turn the AC on.” I see Saturday morning jogs and Sunday evening dinners. When I look at you I see my home, my love, my happiness, my future. I remember the day they asked me what I see when I look at you. I remember how simple they thought my answer would be. I think what shocked them the most after telling them what I see when I look at you, I ended it with, “Yeah, that’s what I see when I look at her but the saddest part of this all, is that she sees nothing when she looks at me. She use to, I swear she use to look at me like tomorrow wouldn’t be tomorrow if I wasn’t along her side. But love dies and people change and although she left me…I will always look at her like home.”
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