Eyes that are a window to my soul
With the debate about getting my eyes done – L weighed in from California because T had alerted her to my ramblings on the subject. She said – don’t do it. On Thursday night, at a client event my company was sponsoring, I met a man (S) and was speaking to him about the companies I cover – Yahoo, Lamar, Aquantive, Pepsi, Hansen – and he said his colleague A had told him that they need to speak to me more about these names and need to pay us more. And I said good, that’s a good thing. Then S and I were suddenly alone, and he smiled and put his hand over his heart and said “can I tell you something? Your eyes, you have the most beautiful eyes and with that red hair, oh oh oh.” He then hugged me close – it was a brief moment in a busy and business atmosphere – but it stuck with me.
My dreams that night were of eyes – a lover’s eyes that no longer focused on me, a husband’s eyes that cannot see me, a current man whose gaze is unforgiving of me, a friend’s eyes that can no longer meet my gaze, my mother’s eyes that do not want to see her own mortality in mine.
Windows to our soul.