Green eyes!

He always looked at me with unrelenting hope. His eyes always searching for something in mine, as if somehow he can look deep into my eyes, he'll find something meaningful. I saw that look on his face all the time, the searching look, the inquiring look, all the time wondering if I loved him, asking what he could have done to make me love him back. I cringed at it every time. I wished he wouldn't look at me like that. 

I know what started it all. He fell in love with my Green eyes. To him, they were the most beautiful eyes, and the color he was looking for all along.Green. Green is the color he belongs with and green is what he wants. I couldn't give him green eyes. That's why he looked at me like that. He questioned me, he loved me, he tempted me, he even bribed me. But I couldn't.  Then he felt bad. He felt bad about himself, about the world, and about his life. He hated love, because love didn't love him. Eventually, he blamed me for everything - my coldness, my inability to love. He could never fully decide whether it was my fault or his for wanting Green eyes. I tried to make him understand, but love truly is, blind. 

I felt so sad for him, almost helpless, because the truth is, I don't have green eyes. I have brown eyes. He kept searching in the wrong place. He kept asking for the Green eyes he wanted from someone who did not have them. How could I have loved him back.