The definition of the word "opia" is the ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable, and that describes exactly how I felt every time I looked into his eyes - like he was capable of seeing every little piece of my soul while still hiding his from me. "I'm an empty vase, love." He whispered to my ear, making my heart skip a beat and my stomach flutter "Even a narcissist, egocentric guy like me can see that you're too good and I'm not worth of your time." I looked into his emerald green eyes, fully aware that every time I held his gaze I was drowning myself deeper into the depths of him and knowing that, no matter how it might hurt, he was worthy of every little piece of my broken heart.