Growing up my mother always said I had sad eyes, my grandmothers sad eyes to be precise. As tragic yet heart warming as her life was I couldn’t fully understand why she had compared her eyes to mine. A couple of years later I met this man. He was one of sweetest boys I had ever met.
Honest, funny but a bit misunderstood. He was a man of little words. All he yearned for was love and acceptance, just like the rest of us.
One late rainy night, he waited approximately two hours for me, without knowing I had called a cab. Right before getting in he called out my name, grabbing my attention. Dripping wet I ran towards him. Inside his car I turned to him and asked why he had continued to wait for so long.
He turned and gave me a sincere smile.
In that moment I knew I was seeing what my mother had been looking at. He had my eyes. Tender, innocent, with the sadness I too had carried. His heart was pure, strong and kind. I smiled and said no more. We drove through the city that night as he told me his story.
He never saw the chaos in his life instead he saw the blessing it brought him.
Although we have parted ways now I keep him in my heart. I’ll always remember all the kindness and love he brought to others. Never was he selfish.
Life is unexpected with several lessons, never a burden.
Written by Monii.
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