It seems incredible to me that at sunset, with my eyes drooping and dark circles under my eyes, his image is still there, at what moment did this happen, at what moment did I lose the battle I was constantly fighting against love?
If there is one thing I have to admit is that I have an eagerness with my eyes, I get involved in people when I look at them, and the day I looked at him for the first time, my skin became bristly, became Chinese, became cold.
I am not a big fan of blue, but since the day I saw him come into the office, the sky seemed beautiful to me, the sea became indescribable to me, so precious and expressive, like the blue of his eyes.
Lately I've had to take some relaxants to be able to sleep, but still, sometimes that blue of his eyes is there again, in my dreams, in my mind, in my life.
As the beautiful sunset falls every day, I look at the horizon looking for a way out, looking for a different color, yet behind some ray of sunshine, the blue of her eyes is there again, for I am on the verge of madness, since... since this is definitely more than love.
Photographers: Alexis Vasilikos
21 years old, a girl full of emotions, scattered dreams and among them and the most important, to be a great writer, my forte is young romance, but also drama. I love to see the paradise but my charm are the rainy, gray days, which show their nature because despite the storm, therefore comes the calm?