She said. You always give me that look and that bewildering personality. Beautiful smile, a charming wink, waxed hair, a mysterious laugh, a voice that sings it all, that solid muscle, the highlighted bridge, your rough hands, tears I never knew I’d see but long for more, crooked voice when you’re angry, dark brows, the promises you fulfilled, the charismatic eyes, the bracing heat, the slow heartbeat, the ideas and thoughts I never knew you had, and that pleasing effort you always provide. Maybe I’ m really in love with you. He said. You always give me that look and that soul-lifting personality. That flashy smile, awkward hand gestures, silky hair, a laugh that’s worth a million, that pure voice, the whitest skin, how you properly chose the sweetest words, your soft small hands, that warm tears, the weeps you used to hide, deep dimples, the secrets I intently listened, how childish you become when emotionally stressed, unending thoughts you wanted me to understand, that comforting hug, sweet pulses, and that pleasing effort you always provide. Maybe I’m really in love with you.
She wrote it down her journal as she always does every night, while he thought of it in his bed late at night unable for him to sleep.
In the early day’s afternoon, there was something out of the blue that took place. They stared eye to eye and realized things they thought they’d never understand – a tinge of kindled hope, and of the universal emotion that come to play in every man’s heart. They were friends long before they felt that feeling.. but now they’re sure. So sure of it that they need not ask what to be done or for what that strange feeling is..