His smart ass comments on irrelevant things make me smile. Him laughing makes me laugh. It's almost as if it's contagious. Just almost. When our eyes make contact it's as if we've first met. Nothing matters just at that moment. It's like he can see right through me. He can feel how I feel. I suppose that's why he always manages to perk a slight smile or his crystal, blue tell otherwise.
YOU ARE READING
Galaxies as eyes
RomanceJust a young girl who's madly in love with a young boy who doesn't have the courage to tell him.
