I fell in love with your look

I fell in love with your look. Hundreds of times. Every day since that afternoon in the park where we met. You came all clumsy, with a pink ice cream in your hand and accidentally bumped into me. She spilled all the ice cream on my pale T-shirt. And she looked at me scared, embarrassed and apologizing non-stop.

Ah, his eyes were shining at me with all that shyness. I got hooked on them. Couldn’t stop looking. And it wasn’t because of the color of his eyes, as you might be thinking, although that honey brown, bordering on almost green, had their charm too. It wasn’t the shape of her eyes or the way her eyelashes looked beautiful blinking at me. It wasn’t your eyes that enchanted me. It was your look.

He had such a unique presence that no matter how hard I try, I’ll never be able to describe it. He was yelling at me. And yet, even screaming, he calmed me down. He made everything in here shut up, everything find its place. His gaze brought me peace.

You blushed a little when you realized that I was no longer listening to your apologies for being too absorbed, too lost in the intensity of that gaze. And deflected.

Ah, you took my heart with you when your eyes left mine. And I knew in that instant that I needed to meet you. I needed to know more about you. I needed more time with that look.

Lucky for me, her heart still had room for me and we started talking, going out, dating. You came into my life and so did your look. To stay.

I fell in love with the look in her eyes that afternoon. I fell in love with him the next day when we left. And that night we went to the movies together. The afternoon I went to meet your parents. That performance at a city festival you did and you were staring at me in that song I asked you to sing. I fell in love with your look yesterday before I went to sleep. And this morning, too. I fell in love with your gaze every time our eyes met.