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From the moment I laid my eyes on him, I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life—
avoiding him.
I hated E's f*****g eyes.
Hated them.
Despised the f**k out of them.
They were never going to be my favorite color. Brown was the most basic and plain. I didn't know many that would pick them as their favorite. He had these eyes of smooth brown liquor, the dark Hennessy kind that goes down one's throat. Depending on the person, they either:
1) take it with ease
2) are full of regret and poor choices.
Eyes so brown, I would be white girl wasted. . .and sickly. If sunlight were to hit them, they shimmer the brown sugar people wouldn't believe and just because they change color doesn't mean I adore them either.
E's honeyed-warm skin remained its complexion throughout the four seasons and he was always mistaken for Latino or Middle Eastern or an individual that was cute either way because he was ambiguous to what others didn't know he identified with. I knew there was an organization he would attend on Fridays because a girl in my English class, Maryam would ask him if he was going to Egyptian Student Association. Rumored had he was on their executive board and shows up once in a while.
That unkept tousled mahogany was oddly annoying and never tamed its curly tresses. When E walked into class late, strands of swirled curls covered part of his forehead like booze-wasted hungovers and drunken late nights. He had smooth strides every time he walked in too, carefree but dragged, laid-back but heavy.
E was timeless; never worried about getting somewhere on time and lived in the moment. Then the worst of it all was his smile. Every time he showcased a smile that radiant and angelic, only the Creation can perfect a smile so divine. Life did not seem bothersome and undisturbed for him.
Not at the time.
Oh, definitely not.
If that's not true, then why did I bolt up out of my subway seat once I spotted him from afar and snatched the earplugs right out of his ear?
- Writer
