just little something that came to me. hope you like it.
It's this thing. This thing we have. I might be at the library, or the great hall, or a class room. It doesn't matter. I'm there and he's there. And our eyes meet. We stare. And I feel it. And it's the best feeling. It's this anticipation. Anxiety. Goose bumps. Happiness. Chill. Complicity. All together. All at once. And it's good. And it makes me feel good.
We don't talk. We don't nod. We do nothing. We only stare. And it's intense. Deep. Meaningful. I know what it means. He knows what it means. And it's only for us. And only last for like a second. But those are the best seconds of my day. And it happens a thousand times a day. Every time I enter a room it's like he has to acknowledge me. He knows I'm there. And I do the same with him. We know each other. We seek for each other. We cherish each other. We need each other.
It's our thing. No one knows. For every one else we barely know each other. We are not friends. We are not enemies. We barely speak. He has his friends, his game, his routine. I have my friends, my books, my routine. To the rest of the world one has nothing to do with the other. Only we know it. It's our secret. We don't have to explain, we don't have to justify. We just do it. It just is. We're in each other. No return. No other way. I own him and he owns me.
One day we won't only stare anymore. I know it, he knows it. We have to. We have no choice. It is what it is. Someday. Sometime. But for now, I get only his eyes.