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You : Why didn’t you ever tell me that you liked me ?

Me : I told you so many times.

You : I don’t remember. May be I didn’t hear.

Me : Or you didn’t understand my language.

You : What?

Me : The language of my eyes.

You looked at me, I looked at you and you realised for the first time that I had honey hazel eyes with long lashes that had kept so many secrets hidden.

My hazel eyes revealed one secret that day.