He stares at me differently, than he had before.
Same color 'I could get lost in' brown eyes.
Same three lined crinkles on the edge of those eyes, but it's not entirely the same.
For the past few days, when we happened to see each other; it looks like he's catching his breath.
His eyes squint a little when forming that smile on his lips. He doesn't look away as quickly as he did before, as though he wants to savior the moment.
I could be wrong, but then he pupils dilate a little, and I know. I know it is indeed different.
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