The Colour of Your Eyes

I swear I knew the colour of your eyes. It was like staring into the galaxy, cloaked with mystery and a swirling pool of colours. I remember the morning light streaming in through the window and it bathed you in gold. You looked into my eyes and for those couple of minutes, all I could process was the fact that your eyes were burning with intensity and looking straight into my soul. I wanted to drink you in but I almost wanted to look away from your gaze. 

This is my most vivid memory of you. Our noses so close to each other yet no part of us were touching. Your burning eyes. My beating heart.  

what happened?