Sometimes when I look at you, and you’re looking back at me, I can see something. This teeny-tiny hint of something more, something you’re feeling but can’t say. It’s like our own little secret, a place we go to when everything around us is crazy and we just need some semblance of normal. And I know no one catches it but me and you, but I like it that way.
He smiled at me then quickly looked away. Now I'm wondering... Maybe that smile was something he couldn`t say?
For once, I can't say or do anything. I can't smile like this. Do you even know what's happening to me?
Labels: eletheowl, quickthoughts
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