The eyes from the past.

He had this gleam in his eyes. She thought she understood that gleam. She thought his eyes had stories hidden in their depths, stories she would do anything to know. She also saw the fire and the determination in his eyes. She saw the sadness that would come over them like a blanket sometimes. She saw the mischievous glint. She saw the depths of his knowledge sometimes and it made her feel small and irrelevent. She could see it in his eyes when he was deep in thought and absorbed in whatever he was thinking about. She saw the happiness and innocence that came over his eyes when he smiled that occasional child-like smile. Sometimes she saw this calm, calculating look that intimidated and annoyed her to some extent. Every now and then she saw an understanding, loving look that she adored so much. She especially hated it when expressions that she didn't recognize would flash across his eyes and it would leave her feeling flustered and unsettled. She didn’t like not knowing, but at the same time, she liked the element of mystery that came with those black pools he had for eyes. 
They say your eyes are the windows to your soul. Then how can they betray you? Had she gotten it wrong the whole time and misunderstood those countless looks? She grew tired of trying to understand. 
Despite everything, she missed those eyes - the eyes from the past.