I've always believed that every person has a unique back, a signature written in posture, movement, stillness...
Actually I know it, because thats what I've been seeing my whole life. You could line up a thousand people, all facing away, and I'd still recognize the ones I've known. Not by their voices, not by their scent, but by the way they carry their presence.
You see, I've spent most of my life watching people from behind. Forgotten, overlooked, invisible... People passed me by, never turning, never seeing. And over time, their faces faded. But their backs... their backs stayed with me. Even after ten years, I could recognize them instantly as if time never passed.
But... one day. I saw someone. Someone who didn't just pass me by. Someone whose face didn't faded like all the rest, but struck to me as if it's the only one in the world.
And in that moment, I saw something I'd never seen. Eyes that saw, for the first time, straight through the pain, quiet and the years. I didn't know how preciuos it was to be seen until then.
Like a magical a forest. All the green touching the blue bright sky. Big shining eyes with soft, warm, curious glance. Those eyes that I fell for.
I don't remember the rest and I don't need to. Because even a hundred years from now, I'll remember those eyes that truly looked at me. Every little detail of them. I'll remember the feeling, being gratefull for every second of it for the rest of my life.