The Days I Lived Inside Her Gaze

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 those moments.. inside the space between her blink and her smile.. inside the way her pupils widened when I made her laugh.. inside the unspoken reassurance her gaze carried whenever the world felt too loud. It became routine.. we would sit across from each other, words floating around us like background noise, and still it felt like we were speaking.. sometimes she would catch me staring. Instead of looking away, she would hold my gaze, tilt her head slightly, and smile as if she knew exactly what she was doing to me.... and maybe she did. Her eyes weren’t just beautiful.. they were patient.. they didn’t rush me.. they didn’t demand answers.. they simply stayed. There’s something sacred about someone’s eyes choosing you repeatedly.. day after day.. moment after moment. I didn’t realise when admiration turned into attachment. I just knew that when her eyes met mine, the world felt steadier... safer.. like I belonged somewhere. I began measuring happiness differently.. not by achievements.. not by applause.. but by whether her eyes looked at me the way they did yesterday.. and they did.. they always did. There was one afternoon I remember it clearly when sunlight hit her face just right.Her eyes caught the light and for a second, they didn’t look like oceans.. they looked like home.. warm.. familiar..certain. In that moment, I didn’t want to dive anymore.. i wanted to stay. To exist in that gaze without fear of it disappearing. To build something slow and real inside the quiet understanding we shared.. and maybe that was when love truly began not when I admired her eyes, but when I started imagining a future reflected inside them.. i didn’t say it out loud... neither did she. But there are confessions that don’t need words.. sometimes they live in the way two people look at each other for just a little too long... those were the days I lived inside her gaze.. and I didn’t know then that I was building my entire world inside something that could one day close........