Eyes are a window into the soul. The narcissist’s eyes are cold and masked with a forced sparkle until they rage with all the darkness of a black hole. I find myself avoiding eye contact, for the most part, as a defense mechanism. If I am in a situation where I must interact with strangers, I make it short and sweet with no opportunity for fostering a relationship of any kind. Shielding myself in this way creates a little bubble of safety around me, which I am all too comfortable with.
Then there are those eyes whose gaze I struggle to tear myself away from. I’m drawn to large, light-colored eyes and find myself searching them for truth. Eyes that hold nothing back and open to reveal authenticity, honesty, and beauty are irresistible to me. Combine those eyes with a gentle but confident nature, and I’m in hook, line, and sinker. Your eyes haunt me like a full moon on a warm summer night.