I wouldn't have to tell you that. I mean, no one should. It took me years to figure out mine. How do you narrate your life? How do you look up for the courage to see the flaws as they are, to eventually realize that maybe you're not the finest person, or that you look for a little while when you were actually there for someone. It is hard to remember the details, look for an explanation, and finally sum that all up. I tried writing mine. Eyes. With everything that will go on ahead, and with every single thing that happened already, What I actually missed out the most, was the eyes. Your eyes, With a little spark of fire and a whole lot of calm; With a little tune of a classic song and a whole lot of silence; With the first word of our story and a whole lot of pauses; With just a little world of fantasy and a whole lot of Hope I wish I could write about your eyes, When they sparkle upon seeing the moon; When they take a b...