Final version of the little blurb below:
There comes a moment when we're out and the candle gutters low when you look at me through the flickering light: a look of longing and knowledge and trust, like you're rediscovering me inch by inch and second by second. And then there's something else that I don't think I'll ever know, that you keep locked inside that I'll never be a part of 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 look in your eyes.
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