Another quick little thing I jotted down.
There always comes a moment when we're out together and the candle gutters low when you look at me through the flickering light: a look of longing and knowledge and trust, and something else, something I don't think I'll ever know because it's a part of your secret that I can never be privy to and cherish you all the more for. And in that moment, those precious seconds after I've been babbling for long minutes about everything and nothing and my thoughts and words trail off into awkwardness, when I look up at you and our eyes meet, I think that I could spend the rest of my life trying to decipher the mystery in your eyes.
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