A Look Of Love
When I caught his eye, looked away, peeked back and found him still looking, I felt giddy.
I can still feel the rush in my heart when he gazed into my eyes and said he loved me for the first time. In the doorway of my little flat, after a night of bowling and laughter.
And a different rush when he lifted my veil, looked into my soul and whispered. “I do. And I always will.”
But there is something comfortable about sitting together, looking out of the same window. Gazing not at each other, but at the world… together.
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