You, with the kind heart~
We didn't talk today, but we had a nice conversation. I wanted to stop at your locker, but I just kept moving. You passed me in the hallway- twice- and your eyes lit up.
They're dark, crisp, blue. Gorgeous. You have this way of raising your eyebrows so slightly, so gently, so subtly that your eyes brighten and gleam. In one flash of brilliance you can communicate extraordinary entities. When we lock eyes I feel like we've been talking for hours.
How can something so sharp and piercing be so soft and approachable. I'm terrified of how safe you make me feel. So kiss me. Kiss me with your eyes.