It is possibility. It is no line not even a fine one between danger and protection. It is the inexplicable pull of the one with dark hair and dark eyes when the fair haired ones are invisible to you. It isn’t hair or eyes at all but something in the eyes, not even the color of the eyes, it’s the look but not just the look. It’s a need the look reveals, but not a need at all.
Beauty is truth, not always real, but always true.