The Girl With Blue and Gold Eyes

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She sat two rows ahead of me in school. Her name was Sara.
But to me, she was the girl with the blue and gold eyes.

Not everyone noticed her eyes. Most people saw her as just another quiet girl—smart, always on time, hair tied back. But her eyes? They were unforgettable. Not fully blue. Not fully gold. A mix, like sunlight falling into deep water. When she looked at you, you felt like she was seeing something deeper.

First Glance – The Moment I Noticed Her

I first truly noticed her during a history test. I was tired, stressed, and looking up from my paper. She looked back at me—just a second—and smiled. Not a big smile. Just enough to say, I see you.
That one second changed everything. I didn’t even remember the test later. But I remembered her eyes.

After that, I started noticing her all the time. She would tap her pencil while thinking. She would fix her sleeves when nervous. And sometimes, she would glance back, and we’d share half a second of unspoken connection.

The Unspoken Bond – Was It Love?

I didn’t know what to call it. I was too young to understand feelings completely. But I felt something. A strange mix of calm and excitement when she was near.
I think she felt it too. One time during lunch, she walked past my table, dropped a folded note, and kept walking. It had no words. Just a tiny drawn heart.

I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t say thank you. I didn’t say anything.

Why?

Because I was afraid.

Fear – The Wall Between Us

Fear of being laughed at.
Fear of misunderstanding her note.
Fear of others noticing.

So I did what many scared hearts do—I stayed quiet.

She stayed quiet too.

But our eyes kept meeting. Not every day, but often enough to feel something was there.

Sometimes I would write things I wanted to say to her in my notebook. Silly things like:
"You have storm-colored eyes."
"You walk like you carry music inside you."

But I never gave her those pages.

Signs and Silence – The Years of Waiting

One day, near the end of the school year, she left a white flower on my desk. A daisy.
No note. No name.
Just like her—simple, silent, beautiful.

I kept it in a book.

We passed through high school like this. Small smiles. Shared glances. Moments of almost-saying-it.

We watched movies together sometimes—sitting nearby in school events, on trips. Those were the golden days. We were just becoming adults. Fresh youth, innocent moments, hearts full of quiet feelings.

But we never said anything.

Then graduation came.

And she was gone.

What If – The Question That Follows Me

I looked for her once online, years later. That’s when I found out—

She got married.

And not just that—she has two children now.

I sat quietly with that news for a long time.

Eight years and ten months since her marriage. And still, not a single time have I seen her again.

But the strange thing is... she’s still with me. Inside me.

Her name, her smile, her blue and gold eyes—like a painting hung inside my heart.

Looking Back – What I Wish I Knew Then

Now I know we were young. I know I should’ve spoken. Maybe even just said, “Hey, I got your note.” Or “Thanks for the flower.”

But I didn’t.

I wonder if she waited too. If she hoped I’d say something first.

Maybe we were two shy hearts waiting for a sign from the other.

Maybe silence was the only thing we ever really shared.

The Eyes I Still Remember

I’ve met many people since. I’ve had conversations, relationships, even heartbreak.

But no one’s eyes ever stayed with me the way hers did.

Blue and gold. Storm and sun.

Even now, sometimes I dream of a classroom, a quiet girl, and a tiny smile that meant more than a thousand words.


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A Message to Sara – Wherever You Are

If you’re out there, if you somehow read this—
I want you to know:
You were seen.
You were felt.
You mattered.

Even if we never said the words,
Even if the story stayed unwritten—

You were my first almost.

And I carry you still,
Between the lines of every poem I never read to you.

Even now.

After all this time.