Warm eyes that make me melt, soft hands, big heart, kisses that reach deeply. Those looks from afar, noticing, soothing, smiling, there. The occasional close embrace.

Sometimes, I feel like a teenage girl around him, not really knowing how to handle what I feel, how to go on forward. Sometimes, the questions pop up in my mind... does he know? How much longer will it take until I dare actually tell him how I feel? Or does he understand anyway? Other times, I simply rely on that look, on what is now, and that what will happen will happen.

But oh, how close I want to be.


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