Maybe the saddest thing isn't watching beauty fade, but losing the eyes that once knew how to see it. To forget how to love, until the spark disappears, and you stand before waterfalls, sunsets, and people you once adored, feeling nothing
And as far as I remember,it was your eyes that made me descend there was something in them,a spell woven quietly through the sunlight, something I could never quite name. Perhaps my eyes simply couldn't bear that much light And after that, I stopped knowing how to see through you