I could not tell you the color of his eyes. It's one of those features, people like to ask about, If you really love this person, how tall are they? I can answer that, What color are their eyes? I… uhm, well…, I think they are…, uhm…, actually…, Yeah. But I promise you I love him, I could tell you a million things about him, its just anytime I look at him, I look away, I look back at him, …and then I look away again, I’m bad at eye contact. I try, and I have tried, but I get too nervous, it freaks me out, it sends my body into an entire state of panic, my mind suddenly overflowing with thoughts, so fast I can't grab hold of any. They say that eyes are the windows of the soul, if you were to look into mine, would you see the exclamation points, !!! Lockdown !!! Would you be able to see that from my eyes? That I am mere moments from shutting down completely. Would you see that I am most vulnerable around you, would you be able to read my thoughts, the ones screaming in my brain, overlapping each other, the ones I am incapable of paying attention to. Because the world is spinning, outside sounds and colors fill my head, fighting against my internal dialogue, my mind struggles to focus on any one thing, I laugh in an attempt to stifle the sounds created, from making an attempt to look you in the eyes, I cant do it. If you were to ask me what color are his eyes, I would tell you, Blue, his eyes are blue. The only reason I know, is because he mentioned it once, as an off handed comment, making a joke.