We have these moments. You and I. They live in the eyes, tender and sweet. Kind of like sharing an ice cream cone where we’re tasting opposing ends with an all-too-firm awareness of the surface boundaries where a tongue shouldn’t go. This is good, but something else here would taste truly amazingly if … if.
Eh, maybe I read too much into things. But, I saw it. I saw you. My god, you make me happy.