The boy with eyes as deep as a well

      It wasn't love at first sight. (Or was it)?

      It was wariness at first sight. There was something about him that said danger, that said caution. And so I avoided him. I ducked his looks and touches. I thought to myself, No one should have eyes like that. One minute they were dark as a bottomless well, and the next they were shallow, green-brown pools. Maybe I knew at first sight -- and maybe I was afraid.

      The love came later.

      One day I looked into that boy's eyes and fell in. Down the well, into its darkness and into dreams where there was dancing and music and trees and a lake. And it felt like it would go on and on forever. How could it not?