She looked into his eyes,
His eyes that she looks at all the time.
Only this day in 3rd period on this booth,
It was as he laid his head resting on her leg.
She saw him, looking into those dilating pupils,
And what she saw was love
Compassion
Peace
Warmth
And a sense of calm vulnerability.
She studies him all the time
Its quite a hobby at this point
The way she stares always at the craziest times
And him asking can i help you,
He could, he can.
But we dont get into that right now,
Right now we talk about how this was different.
This relationship
This love
This moment in the booth of that cafetaria room.
She stared as he rested his eyes,
She noticed how delicately his each individual
Lashes were placed by God,
How their breaths were in sink
And not even on purpose,
His jaw clicking repeatedly as he clenched his back molars,
His hand gently secured on her flesh,
When his eyes stared back at hers like nothing else
Mattered right there in that moment right there on that booth
Nothing else.
How he is different, and i dont mean
From ‘the rest of them’,
I mean
Nobody else understands what she sees
Except for her, except for them
And no matter if her friends bash on her for the decisions
She will forever love that bond that others dont get. That
Is how he is different.
And that
Is what she saw.
Now she only needs help with one thing,
And that is to not lose this.