I knew he loved me from the way he looked at me – how he looked through me to the very core of my being and stilled my heart. His eyes are a brilliant blue that left me breathless. I tried to shake the feeling because he’s the cute older guy: of course I would crush on him. But he looked at me in a way that meant something deeper; it made me afraid to look back for fear of feeling too much…because what he saw as flaws, I saw as perfection. It was the kind of look that made a small voice inside of me hope please just be the one i’m growing tired of all the searching.


This is part of Laura’s weekly Wednesday writing workshop.