If I asked my eyes, and if it had the chance to respond, I guess it would say it has already fallen in love with you.

How it breeds contempt with the idea of seeing anything that holds a view of your absence. How it often utters a silent call for help as to how it would function properly without you within its line of sight. And how it drips wet with its own produced melancholy of sorts, a well of longing that overflows whenever you are gone in its view.

If I asked my eyes, and if it had the chance to respond, I guess it would say it has already fallen deep, deep, deeply in love with you.

And may I remind you, that I, have always been, too.