She - The Eyes I Once Called Home

There are seasons in life that don’t feel dramatic… they don’t shake you…they don’t demand to be remembered…they just settle quietly around you…and suddenly, you realize you’ve been smiling more than usual…those were the days I lived inside her gaze…not drowning…not falling…just floating…somewhere between her eyes finding mine in a crowded room…and mine searching for hers without thinking…we built something without saying we were building it…it started with comfort…the kind that doesn’t rush…the kind that doesn’t question every silence…we could sit across from each other and not fill the space with noise… because her eyes were enough… there’s a softness that grows when two people stop pretending… when glances stop being accidental… and start becoming chosen… her gaze began to rest on me longer… Not intense… not overwhelming… just steady… like she had decided I was somewhere she didn’t mind staying… i remember small things… the way her eyes brightened when I remembered something she onc...

There’s a strange comfort in being looked at by someone who doesn’t just see you but chooses to... somewhere between accidental glances and intentional eye contact, we stopped being strangers. Her eyes began to linger.. not long enough to be obvious.. not short enough to be meaningless.. just enough. Enough for me to start waiting for them.. I began noticing patterns. The way her gaze searched for me.. the way it softened when it found me.. the way it held onto mine for half a second longer than necessary.. those half seconds became everything.. love didn’t arrive like thunder.. it arrived like sunlight slipping through curtains quiet, gradual, impossible to ignore once you feel its warmth.. there were days when we didn’t say much.. but her eyes did.. when she was tired, they leaned into mine as if resting.. when she was excited, they shimmered before her smile even formed.. when she was pretending not to care, they betrayed her gently.. and I memorised it all.. i started living inside...

 There are moments in life that don’t knock.... they don’t announce themselves.... they don’t arrive with music in the background or dramatic lighting.... they just happen.... And somehow, everything after them feels different.... The first time I truly noticed her eyes, the world was ordinary.... People were talking.... Chairs scraped against the floor..... Someone laughed too loudly in the corner.... But none of that survived the second she looked at me.... It wasn’t just a glance... it was a pause, the kind of pause that feels like the universe inhaled and forgot to exhale.... her eyes weren’t the kind that sparkle in obvious ways... they weren’t loud.... they didn’t demand admiration... they were deep.... not dark in a sad way but deep like something that has seen storms and chosen silence over chaos.... when her gaze met mine, I didn’t feel excitement first... i felt recognition.... as if some forgotten part of me had just been found..... i don’t know how long we looked at eac...