Most anyone who has ever loved me has claimed it started with the eyes. They are big and brown and full of emotion.  While they seemed far more supersized as a baby, they are still a topic of conversation and my most distinguished physical feature twenty eight years later.

Sometimes when I’m alone in a crowded place, I find myself looking at strangers’ eyes. I often wonder if one day I’ll be met with a mirror image of my own gazing back at me.  If I did, would I know it was you?

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