I stared at you in only small amounts, when you wouldn’t notice me.
I stared at you when you looked at her, laughed with her, and overall just didn't especially notice me, or my existence.
I stared at you when you were looking at anything else, and saw your change in emotion each time you looked at something different. Eyebrows rose and fell, cheeks changed in the shadows of your face when it tilted, eyes lit up and died down, the corners of your lips rose and fell so exquisitely I could feel my breath being stolen from my lungs, and when the tears rolled down from your eyes in a relentless tirade to the ground, I found myself awestruck at the woman who could laugh and sob in such a lovely way.
I stare at you for as long as I want, and when you notice me staring, you do one of four things.
Your eyebrows rise or contract in question
You smile at me so sweetly that I can hardly believe you’re smiling at me
You nuzzle your nose into my cheek, your eyes closed, which mine quickly follow
Your face lifts itself to mine, tilting slightly, and our lips meet in such a way that my mind is silent for that eternal second
I stare at you,  and I notice you even more, and you notice me even more.
I stare at you in large amounts, when you usually tend to notice me.
But neither of us really care when you catch me.
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