His eyes are concealed by lids when he’s jamming out to Tool. He opens them, gazing at the world around him, when I can’t help but stare into his eyes, beautiful beyond belief. Caribbean waters mixed in a cauldron with a pinch of gray. Karl’s arms are bent, his hands on each side of his face, his energetic eyes focused on what I have to say. When I look into them, I can read his interest like a book.

He has long, blonde eyelashes to match his hair. They flutter when he becomes tired, striving to stay open. He lets out a lighthearted laugh, his eyes becoming glassy from the overwhelming happiness.

People say that eyes are the first thing to be noticed when meeting a person. I tend to focus on the lips. However, when I met Karl I immediately was drawn to the mesmerizing mixture of blue and gray. The colors complete him.