There’s something in the way you look at me; tenderly, gently, with something I cannot quite describe with words and phrases only.

Sometimes you watch me for a little too long, making me squirm uncomfortably—a weirdly pleasant feeling rises, one that makes my heart pounds faster against my chest and the butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

A moment in time.

When my eyes catch yours, it feels like the world is frozen—I drown in the deep black pools of your orbs, incapable of logic and with breath hitching in my throat.

Just a split second for me to finally understand what it is, what actually makes my cheeks burn and my lips curl into an inexplicable smile every single time I feel your presence nearby.

Just a moment in time.

Finally I am able to put a name on your longing gaze, the four letter word that holds a meaning beyond its simplicity, something too heavy for us to bear in this world—but still we stare into each other’s soul with mutual understanding.

And suddenly nothing else matters but this fragile connection, as if the earth stop spinning just for us two—we are floating inside this little bubble of us, up in the air against gravity, outside of all the scientific ration.

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