What color were her eyes? I couldn’t tell. Not when I met her at the bar in which we dated for the first time, nor when we were sitting on my couch and it took me ages to finally dare to kiss her. Neither the times I spent hours lying in bed with her, counting the freckles on her bosom while she just stared at me, smiling. Not even when I literally asked her “what’s the color of your eyes?” and she couldn’t answer me because she’d never wondered about that. And I could never find out. I just couldn’t. Not when she kissed me for the last time and walked away from my life, with those beautiful eyes looking back at me as she disappeared in the distance.