Sidelong glances that burn into me.
I could tell you about every freckle on her skin, but I couldn't tell you what color her eyes are.
My gaze was always too wide with her. My focus, too unfocused.
I saw her as a distraction from a distraction from a distraction, and I questioned her worthiness for even that.
I should have looked into her eyes. Then I would have had no questions.
And now questions are all that I have.