Those wandering eyes,
never seemed as significant at the time.
How was I to know,
those eyes could see me,
see me the way no one else could.
The first interactions were the hardest.
You were shy.
As was I.
You would stand upon my feet,
as I stood on yours.
This became but a game.
How was I to know those first interactions
would change my life forever.
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 5:29 AM UTC
Those wandering eyes,
never seemed as significant at the time.
How was I to know,
those eyes could see me,
see me the way no one else could.
The first interactions were the hardest.
You were shy.
As was I.
You would stand upon my feet,
as I stood on yours.
This became but a game.
How was I to know those first interactions
would change my life forever.
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