He looks at her like she's the only girl in the room. He looks at her like nobody else is worth looking at, at all. He looks at her like people look at the stars or like peopl look at art. He looks at her, like she's beauty. He looks at her like she's magic. Like she's hope. Something about the way he looks at her makes me want to be her, or at least see her, the way he does. Maybe its something about her that gravitates his eyes towards her, holding them there? Or maybe its something about him, the way he loves her, that makes you believe that love exists. And it probably looks like this. Like maybe someday someone will look at you like you're their personal heaven on earth and maybe just maybe you'll then realize, it wasn't about him & it wasn't about her, it was about love. Love that they shared.
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