When the eyes speak, dreams are not just dreams

Sometimes I fill void when I look into myself.
In the mirror, the reflections are just reminders. At times, it is more than just reminders, filling the vacant spaces with fruitful memories.

I saw a dream. The dream is more than just a dream as it concluded with a beautiful picture of her eyes. Then , one day I drawn the beauty in a piece of paper.

Her eyes were speaking to me without any hesitation. Her eyes have a quiet magic like the kind that makes me stop and stare for just a little longer which I didn't expect. Curiosity creeps in like she was pretty that others might miss.

She was not too big and not too small but I would say she has got the cutest eyes to hold a little mystery. Those black eyes never blinked looking at me more than my eyes demanded. When she moves her hair catch and reflect the world around her like they hold tiny secrets around her. Her lashes were long and soft and I could see that they were casting the faintest shadows on her cheeks.She was about to say something to me but she remained silent. But what makes her eyes truly unforgettable is nothing but the way they speak without words. Whether they shine with a smile or sadness, they always seem to tell a story to me. I would say they’re the kind of eyes which I remember.

But all of a sudden I realized she was a dream but her eyes were real.