I couldn’t take the look on your face.
Theres a snowy image that grinds through my guilt. The look of when we first met. Your smile simply innocent and your voice a tone too low. When we compared hand sizes, our intentions clear but we were too afraid to show them.
But most of all, your eyes.
You killed me with your eyes.
How they never kept a straight gaze but wandering to places unknown. The slyness and sparks. They never lie. It takes me back to the first time we ever decided to shower together but also it was the first time I said I love you. The split second look you gave me before you rested your head on my shoulder and cried.
