Written in the Paper

CXVIII.

I am in love with the idea that I am the reason you look so happy during our moments.

That when you laugh it's louder than usual and the eye contact while you do it is more than enough to make my heart beat fast.

That when you smile, those crinkles in your eyes stay long after our conversation is over and the eye contact continues.

That you'll shake your head back and forth than you'll steal a glance at me one last time before it was my turn.

Before it was my turn to laugh covering my face in my heads embarrassed.

Before it was my turn to smile beaming with a blush across my cheeks.

Before I would shake my own head back and forth a little until I stole one last glance at you.

I love our moments.