''You see me only as a friend?'' I murmured, my voice barely audible even to my own ears. The hint of surprise didn't go unnoticed.
''Do you see me as something more?'' he retorted, his soft voice echoing in my ears.
I could feel his probing eyes searching my face for something, anything. My head was kept downcast, as my eye lashes brushed to and fro across my cheekbones.
Behind these brown eyes, reside emotions so deep set that only those who search scrupulously may catch a glimpse, if and when they resurface.
I resisted the urge to look up at his beautiful face, to pour the emotion through my eyes, to convey the true feelings I held.
My heart hesitated in my chest, seeming to deliberate whether to sink into my stomach or not. Why did I feel this way? How could I possess such powerful emotions for someone I'd know for a couple of months? Why was it so easy for me to open up my heart? It saddened me. It shouldn't have, but it did. Or perhaps it was him. Something about him fascinated me. The sound of his voice, the way he rolled my name around on his tongue. It was calming. A sound that'd always have my lips curling into a smile. Something I could listen to day in, day out. But he wasn't to know. Would he ever know, these things he makes me feel?
''Do you see me as something more?'' he retorted, his soft voice echoing in my ears.
I could feel his probing eyes searching my face for something, anything. My head was kept downcast, as my eye lashes brushed to and fro across my cheekbones.
Behind these brown eyes, reside emotions so deep set that only those who search scrupulously may catch a glimpse, if and when they resurface.
I resisted the urge to look up at his beautiful face, to pour the emotion through my eyes, to convey the true feelings I held.
My heart hesitated in my chest, seeming to deliberate whether to sink into my stomach or not. Why did I feel this way? How could I possess such powerful emotions for someone I'd know for a couple of months? Why was it so easy for me to open up my heart? It saddened me. It shouldn't have, but it did. Or perhaps it was him. Something about him fascinated me. The sound of his voice, the way he rolled my name around on his tongue. It was calming. A sound that'd always have my lips curling into a smile. Something I could listen to day in, day out. But he wasn't to know. Would he ever know, these things he makes me feel?
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Adieu.
(So that's a no on the dinner then? Just to be clear..)(*rub rub rubbbb*)
And how about you approach me at uni? Hey? Then I'll know who you are, then I can gaze into your eyes.