“You fall in love with a pair of eyes, and then you are blind to all the rest.” -Turkish Proverb I believe in it.. If I ever meet my final gaze, the one written for me before my first breath, I will turn my sight from every other gaze. The world could parade its beauty before me, I will not seek, I will not wander.. my sight will belong to him alone. I will shape myself to the measure of his joy, bend and bloom into what his heart desires. They will say, “Never change for another.” But why not change for the one who makes the air taste like spring? Why not change for the one whose very presence feels like home? I will spend my days weaving his life into something golden. So that whenever his eyes meet mine, he will find his rest, his courage, his harbor, and in me the home he never has to leave.