We had been communicating without words that it no longer mattered. In one glare, we could say what we had been telling ourselves for the past several years.
"I hate you." was what it conveyed.
Or, at least it had to the kids around us. When blue eyes met green, there was a glare, yes of course, that would always be there, somethings are hard to change.
But in those rare moments when time stands still, times that happened every single time we looked at each other, there was something more. We would both make to leave, letting ourselves be pulled away by our friends, and the glares would slowly begin to vanish as our bodies turned away. My eyes would drink his, just to drown, to forget and die in his eyes. He blink slowly, and open his eyes, afraid to lose sight of mine, and they'd roam over my face, searching, searching for a clue. For a clue before he could do something.
It took me all this time to realize what transpired in those lost stolen moments between us, but becoming wiser happens at a slow rate. I'm just relieved to have finally figured the world out at its own game. I'm saved from every having missed this.
I realize that there
are no words that need to be spoken, none can truly portray how I
feel at this exact moment. Only the single clue he's been searching
for will do.
I give him a slow easy smile that reaches my
eyes.
Then I kiss him.