it was the way he looked at me.
with those piercing eyes full of warmth, comfort, desire.
he would just stare and gaze
and i would catch him constantly.
but he continued to do it anyways.
i would give him a swift smile, he smiled back,
and the cycle continued.
nobody ever looked at me the way he did.
and i couldn’t let him do it any longer because i was leaving.
the sarcasm of his jokes, the playfulness he possessed, the way he put his hand in my pocket and wrapped his arm around me, and the love we shared for silly things like hp, i couldn’t help but feel butterflies.
but it all had to stop.
and i was scared to tell him,
but i had to.
i won’t ever forget the way he looked at me.