His tiger eyes had a certain acuity that allowed him to see hidden things. I hated him for that. Him and his tiger eyes.

His tiger eyes that gathered the fire of the sun during the say and shone like pure gold in the night.

His tiger eyes that housed his wild, untamable spirit.

His tiger eyes that he used to look into the depths of my soul and see what was troubling me.

His tiger eyes that flipped my world upside down every time they turned to me.

And his tiger eyes that could make everything right again.

I couldn’t even begin to imagine why the eyes of the man I loved and hated with all my heart could do this to me.

Damn him and those eyes of his!

Because of him, I long to step into the light and leave my life as a shadow behind.