Sometimes, I forget my eyes can speak.
I'll see you for only a minute. In that minute so much has happened.
The way his eyes moved up and down while staring at me; giving a quick smile that made me only blink back because I was too mesmerized by him.
When the minute is up, he is gone, and I am staring at the floor.
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