Urge to feel an indescribable feeling

My eyes are hazel actually.Dark green progressing to a brownish shade inwards.Never quite reaching brown.But everytime I look at myself in the mirror,they are blue.Not green blue, not blue as a result of the landscape around me.Blue.
I first saw the “out of the mirror” version of the blue eyes a lifetime ago.Walking down the main street surrounded by what it felt like today version of Zeuses and Athenas,Greece had never looked of felt more astonishingly beautiful. Greece always fascinated me.The people,the ancient ruins of a magical time,the neverending depths of Aegean sea,the people.It was my fault probably.I never see a human in front of me.I see a story,a journey,a world seen from the unique eyes of only one issue of a person.But this person was a bestseller.I didn’t exchange a single word with the blue eyes.Only glances that contained the entire secret of the existence, and I never fully realized what happened on that particularly hot july day in Leptokaria.All I know is that my hazel eyes went wherever he did.
Prague, years later.The light breath of all the 3 a.m. asleep citizens was like a veil over the city.The only intruder in that peace was the ticking bomb captured in my chest,desperately wanting to get out.My thoughts remained on the Charles bridge.Vltava flowing beneath it,the little jazz bend playing Louis Armstrong, a lovely old sketch artist lost in his creativity.Surrounded by life at its best,only one thing could make everything irrelevant.One look actually.I swear my heart refused to pump blood anymore,my brain ignored outwards stimuli.The blue eyes.Could I have mistaken them? Not a chance.They are like fingerprings for me,always recognizable.
But I kept walking.Why?Because words ruin an unspoken bestseller. Maybe the blue eyes work as a world class surgeon.Maybe they are married to a brown eyed girl named Katie,have three kids,a garden with tulips and a fuzzy dog named Leo.Maybe.Doesn’t matter.What matters is that they released an unstoppable urge in me to wander this world in search for the feeling they bring to me.Because they reside in the castles in Austria,in Croatias old towns,in the veils of muslim women in Turkey.I see them in every unseen piece of ground on earth, every unknown soulmate or lover, every unexplored part of me.But one question will forever be unanswered:Has blue eyes reflection in the mirror turned hazel?Dark green on the outside,never quite reaching brown?