Hope's Eyes

     The eyes are the door to the soul.  The soul is the gateway to heaven.  Heaven is that last great bastion of hope.  This is why I smile when I remember that the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen were… Hope’s.

     Later, I was asked what she looked like.  I was amazed that I could not remember.  Her face was a blur, but her eyes.  Her eyes burned.  I have never forgotten the fist time I saw those eyes.  It was not the color, nor the shape.  It was the way they tore into me.  They passed the flesh, the personality, the walls we all maintain so well, and drove straight to the heart of me.  In an instant she knew more about me than I did.  She knew my goals, my false hopes, my ambition and my dark regrets.  She knew.  And even though she knew it all, she faced it unblinking and without fear.  And what’s more, she liked what she saw.  And I wanted that more than anything I’d ever dreamed of.  I wanted my naked truth to be desired.  Hope was.  And she gave it to me.
 

Reviews

[J. Clark]

A nice little vignette!

You have a few wonderfully true insights here- not being able to remember someone's appearance other than their eyes, for example, and wanting to be desired just as you are. I also like the irony you've put into the beginning paragraph, going full circle with the metaphors.

However, there are just a few things you might want to avoid- phrases like 'dark regret' and references to the walls everyone uses can come off cliched. Perhaps think about less commonly used ways to allude to the same universal topics.

Overall, a nice capture of a brief but unforgettable moment in time!