Pupils

I once read somewhere

Long ago

That when you look at someone you love

Your pupils get bigger

I remember testing this theory in the lunchroom with friends

Testing to see who truly loved one another

I never spent too much time believing those types of myths

But it wasn’t until I was standing in my room

Alone in the middle of the night

Looking at myself in the mirror

Until I realized something different about myself

My lips were the perfect shape

My eyes the perfect shade of blue

And there seemed to be nothing wrong anymore

All the hours spent hating the face that stared back at me

While dreading having to show it to the world tomorrow

But there they were

The dark depths of my pupils looking straight into my soul

Bigger than they had ever been before

LM