Always wondered what is in that look. Sometimes wanted to probe into it. But realized that that look is hiding something she is unwilling to share.
I wanted to reason with myself, in knowing what is it that is hidden in those eyes. But then realized the reasoning was unreasonable. I felt like walking away from it, as much as that may seem implausible. I yet wanted to push myself and learn what could that innocent spiel mean, but didn’t do it. Didn’t do it because I wanted to keep my feelings unquestionable.
As irresistible as it may seem, every touch, every stolen look, every time I hear her laugh compels me to learn about what’s hidden behind those looks.
Now, I feel a gap for hope. A move lacking from her end, as plausible as it may seem, I want her to tell me what she feels. I don’t want to taint my love, I want her to come to me willingly and tell me what she really feels.