Unsweetened Thoughts

Him.

He smiled at her.

He always smiled at her.

She was talking about some problems she was having at work,

completely immersed in her own words.

Her hair was blowing in her face,

her nose red with the cold,

her lips slightly chapped,

her cheeks red with anger,

her eyes the size of the moon.

She was so fucking beautiful to him.

He listened to her,

paying close attention to her when he wasn't bewitched by her beauty.

Which,

by the way,

was incredibly difficult for him.

She knew he wasn't listening,

they'd only been dating for a couple weeks

and

she knew him way too well.

A smile played on his lips,

his eyes focused on her.

She stopped talking, 

wanting to see if he'd notice.

Thirty seconds went by and he was 

still

looking at her with a smile.

He didn't notice.

She laughed,

he was too cute.