Dear... A Certain Someone
12/3 - Weeks later
I’m a little worried that I made it too obvious — not by anything I said or did. I’m afraid my eyes gave it away. I don’t think my gaze ever left you. Someone could have walked past in a banana costume and I would have been completely oblivious. Okay, that’s a lie. We would’ve laughed at it like we laughed the entire night (I’d love to hear your laugh again).
I’ve only seen it in the movies — when the way someone looked at the object of their affection gave them away. Someone would say, “He loves her.” Then someone would ask how they know. And then they’d say, “You can see it in his eyes.”
Did you catch that? Did you see it in my eyes? It wasn’t love, but boy was it something. I’ve never been so mesmerized by anyone in my life.
By the end of the night, I was the kind of tired where it actually pained me to keep my eyes open. The thing is, if you wanted to do anything else, the pain would have suddenly disappeared. But I’m convinced my eyes were only hurting because I was wide-eyed the entire night. I was captivated.
I was so in awe that, after six hours of staring at you like that, my eyes literally HURT. How ridiculous is that?