His eyes

His eyes
oh man his beautiful green eyes
when he looks at me I feel seen 
I don't feel like I'm being looked at but like I'm being seen for the first time in a long time, like in that very moment nothing else matters because I'm with him and thats all I need. He see's everything about me, my imperfections, my nonsense, my sarcastic side, my non-funny jokes that I love to make and everything that makes me myself. He cares. He cares like no other man and he's protective and funny and smart and I miss him. My goodness do I ever just want to be holding him right now, hugging him, or even just talking to him about life. I'd love to look at those beautiful green eyes just one last time before I'm gone.