The intensity of your gaze is suffocating. Have I ever told you that? It always felt like you were burning a hole in my head; when I’d finally look at you, the intensity dies down and is replaced by these unexplainable butterflies inside my gut. What is it with your eyes that I could not get enough of?

Why do they always sing sad melodies, and yet your words speak as if you’re the happiest when you’re with me? Have they always been like this or was I just seeing things? Was I always oblivious to what you feel? Was I infatuated with ‘love’ in my head or was there even love to begin with?