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Blue, blue eyes
The day we met.
You arrived. A week passed and still I had not met you. In and out, a flurry of activity surrounded you as you began to learn of your new duties and those with whom you would work. I knew of your existance, but I was trapped in a bubble of my own work. I rarely escaped my office, and so I barely noticed you.
One week gone, and my boss dragged you into my office to officially meet me. The image of your face ~ your blue, blue eyes ~ will be forever carved in the tablets of my remembrance. You leaned over my desk to shake my hand and greet me. There you were. I had no idea who you were.
How could I have imagined the significance of that moment? Standing before me was a man who would change my life in ways which at that time were unimagineable to me. I had no idea who you would become to me. I am certain that you had no idea who I would become to you.
This was the day that my greatest pain was born. It is the most personal pain of my life. The loss of my mother, even my divorce does not live in the realm of the pain of you my love. It has a life of its own, and has woven its existence into my very cells. My love for you gives me life, and then this pain feeds off of that life. How many hearts in this world thrive and suffer in this way? I am surely not alone.
© 2012 Bella Nina