The flow

...just one look into those eyes and everything seems so different. It`s the warmth that shines from the blue, and the kindness in the shades. I can`t help but stare into them, and the feeling I get is something else. It`s funny how such a small thing can make such a diffirence even though everything else seems so indifferent. In the end, however, she is always so far although she is only a few feet away. Out of reach. Meanwhile, I keep messing things up. It`s odd how I always manage to spoil everything, and the excitement of the anticipation turns into desperation...once again...why bother, then...