Every time you see a shine inside a pair of eyes, you excitedly whisper: this is the **** I’ve waited for?!
You leave the eyes, going to your cozy place. Then dare to look back; the eyes have not followed you.
A deep breath after being sure it was not.
It happens every day, sometimes twice a day. Getting more convinced it is not near. It is not even around.
So wait!
So wait!
