A heart for a heart.

He's got the most amazing eyes ever, but I doubt anyone knows it but me. They're just average, no brilliant greens reflecting back when the sun hits, nothing notable about their size and shape. It must be the way I catch them looking at me or maybe the stories they read when I'm looking at them.

When we met I never thought a feeling like this could overcome me and I tried my hardest to prevent it, because love is uncontrollable, it's relentless, it's painful and above all it's time consuming. But it struck unexpectedly and has me thinking that maybe this was meant to be all along. I sit here bewildered that everything happens in my life at an accelerated rate. God must know that I'm impatient or maybe it's my own lack of patience that catalyzes every relationship that's ever past my view- growing impatient with them when things don't go my way and pouncing on certain opportunities without weighing out the cost of the consequences properly. Impuslivity's a bitch- having met you now, I wish I had waited. I found something or maybe it was you who found me- it was prowling and hungry, in need of what I could bring and for a second I though to run away from it only to fall down because what i saw was the exact mirror reflection of me. I was hunting and close to starving, in need of what it has now brought me.
Something i always knew i needed, something i was afraid to give anyone else.
A heart for a heart.