Right then, with silence hanging heavy over our month's favourite cd, I knew things were going to be different. As he closed the door behind him, and looked back over his shoulder; walking slowly up those makeshift steps to his dorm; I turned off the player and retracted my eyes to my feet. I had learned in the past few weeks that in saying our goodnight's it was always best to take one last look into his soft eyes. But in saying our goodbye's, I just fumbled on every word that somhow kept getting caught on the tip of my tounge-making me look past his face to the passerby's on the street. Those were the eyes i grew to know familiar, as the comforting warmth that could paralyse my body and sedate me into the unknown. For years, those eyes had pierced me, carved through me, and then held me and pulled me through them. The past month i spent everday with those eyes discovering what lied behind them, learning his every movement. The way he'd bite his lip when he was frustrated, the way he ended each laugh, and those eyes...what of those eyes?. Three weeks ago they began to move and look at me different, the kind of different where you knew they loved you. I want to embrace your everything and hold it. And now its time for our seperation again I had to look into those eyes, i let those eyes slip me by. As he climbed those stairs, i counted the laces on my shoe, I could feel the stare over his stare back over his shoulder trying to catch that one last goodbye...