and she leaned back as she started to form a smile on her lips, he cut himself short just to capture the image of that smile, taking it deeper in him with every second passing by, not wanting to miss a thing, absorbing every ray as if his whole existence depended on it, trying to come up with something to make it last longer or if ever possible happen again and again and again and again....
leaning back as if trying to widen his view he had, getting it better, more alive, the connection between his eyes and her lips felt absolutely like a wire. felt so strongly in the air that a viewer could not not help but be jealous if she was in love with either of them. fortunately and if gods have blessed you by that rare glimpse of luck upon your arrival on the earth, you would not be jealous, nor in love, but simply a detached gazer enjoying the scene as much as one can, as much as him.
but you're leading the miserable life of a desperate lover, you would wish and pine and long to be her, to be something or someone owning that power to generate with the slightest effort, not even aware of it the look he had in his eyes then. to die for to be looked at like that, like you exist more than others and nothing matters to him any more when you smile,like he wants to bathe in the beauty of your smile forever and ever and ever.
desperate lover
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