"You know something?" he whispered, as he stared down at his can of soda. "what?" i replied, still gazing at the stars. He turned to look at me, staring into my soul. "your eyes are like whiskey, whenever i look at them, i feel drunk. i cant get a hold of my thoughts and everything goes blank." he paused as i snorted out a laugh and look at him . "at times your eyes remind me of roasted coffee beans when youre angry, but when youre smiling and laughing, theyre rich like honey. i love your eyes Izarra. and i love you."