When you look into someone's eyes, you can't tell who they are.

I looked into the eyes of others and used to feel such a deep connection with them, even though we'd never spoken.

I was wrong, I admit it.

I looked into their eyes and thought I knew them. I knew their stories. I knew their life, their problems.

I used to stare into deep brown eyes and admire the person behind them. Their longing to know more about everything they came in contact with. Eyes the color of melted chocolate should supply a flow of sweet compassion from a human. But I've seen brown eyes get mad for no reason. I've seen the anger in brown eyes and knew not to reach for the boiling point.

What I thought would be sweet interactions turned to bitterness. Fights where I was scared to even look at them. Eyes that I knew would turn deep red if I kept looking at them.

So I looked away.

I once stared into deep green eyes. Always happy eyes. The green you see when you drive down the street in the summer, its on the trees, the grass, everything that is alive. Ready to laugh at anything green eyes. The kind of eyes you want to drink coffee with in the morning. The eyes with hair falling down in front of them.

The green eyes held so much laughter. The most sincere laughter, never forcing a giggle.

A green I thought was always happy turned to a color full of sadness. A color that once stood for all living things seemed to turn to darkness. A struggle through life forced the eyes to pretend to be happy. The deception of the color green that I was scared to lose forever. I never turned away. I'd stop and stare.

I was afraid they would drown themselves in sorrow.

I've stared into blue eyes that always were calm. The ocean in the early morning when the sun bounces off of it. The color of the sky when there's not a single cloud in sight. The eyes that I thought were always collected, always on top of the game. A clear sky, not a single distraction. The eyes that had actually seen so much bad, so many difficult situations that they aspired to fix everyone else's.

Blue eyes that hold so much passion, so much comfort, and so much love. Eyes that could change the whole world with just words.

A sky full of rain clouds. A sky racked with thunder and lightning.

i'd find an umbrella for blue eyes.

I've seen grey eyes. The color of eyes that seem boring, but remind me of mountains. Mountains that stand strong even in earthquakes. The mountains that have volcanoes inside of them, a burning sensation in their soul to make things happen.

The eyes that every person says are, "too happy," or eyes that contain, "too much laughter."

These eyes that have held so many tears. So many images of self doubt. Eyes that have seen people turn away from them and never come back.

I found brown eyes aren't always lukewarm. They're on fire. They burn brighter than you ever will and they will blaze anyone in their path.

I've watched brown eyes take me away from myself.

I have seen green, happy eyes cry themselves to sleep in hope of a better tomorrow and finding it along the way.

I've seen really happy green eyes.

I've seen blue eyes overcome the impossible. I have seen the blue waves reach amazing heights.

I've seen accomplished blue eyes.

I've seen grey eyes stand tall and proud and other days fall apart. I've seen grey eyes think too hard and I've seen them take charge.

I've seen grey eyes every day for the past eighteen years.

I've seen grey eyes in the mirror.

I've stopped making assumptions.

I think you should too.