I looked into your eyes for the very first time and I forgot the question I had asked. I faltered, trying my best to understand what you were saying. I fought back a flirty smile and promised tomorrow, not today. That promise hums through time,
a simple enchanting melody that plays in my head each time our eyes meet.
My world freezes and I can’t tear my eyes away.
We are of two different worlds and yet, you don’t seem so far away.
I, with my friends, you with yours, but still there’s a … force. A pull. And despite myself, I look for you in the crowd, my heart finding comfort with you in sight.
And then our eyes meet and it seems like nothing else exists.
You hold my gaze in yours and I wonder…
Does the wind carry the same melody I hear to you?