it was a really simple action,
of him staring at her while she was sleeping.
She would never react to him because she was well. Sleeping.
but that didn't seem to affect how intrigued he was.
every few minutes he would look away and appear to be looking around the bus.
and then he would get pulled back by his fascination of watching her sleep.
and then it came to me,
then well that's love.
when you only have eyes for one person
and nothing else holds your interest as much as she/he does.
when you can stare at him/her and never feel like you belong there
while the rest of the world looks at you,
sees the intensity of your stare and feels uncomfortable
when their not the ones being stared at.
And you don't care because you never want the moment to end.
love.
when the big things are the small things.
posted by val @ 6:49 AM
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