We could be in a room full of people and my eyes would always meet his, just to find that he had already been looking. It’s like we had our own language, without even having to speak. No one else in the room could possibly understand the way we felt about each other, probably because we can’t even understand it ourselves.
All I know is, when he walks into a room, it’s like all my worries and fears go away. Because he is there. And that’s all I need.
— we’ll say we’re best friends but we both know best friends don’t look at each other the way we do.
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