I’m lying next to you staring into your eyes; we aren’t saying anything, just lying there with each other. They say the eyes are the windows the soul. I see hues of brown and warmth swirl in them as I catch a glimpse of myself peering back. I look away, not because I cannot stand the sight of your eyes of which I could get lost in forever, but because I couldn’t stop seeing a frightened girl who didn’t know what love is, reflected in them.
You’re playing with my hair, brushing it away from my face as I continue to stare up at you in wonder. I still cannot believe a person like you exists. I can hardly fathom why someone like you would pick someone like me. Your eyes regard mine with such adoration I can barely hold their gaze. They blink once; twice. We haven’t said a word yet somehow you already know as you lean forward to plant a kiss on my forehead.
‘You deserve this. You deserve so much more.’ You held me steady. Grounded me. Made sure I was conscious enough to comprehend exactly what you meant.
And I must thank you, because even as the notion terrifies me to no end- for the first time in my life I was able to believe that I was worthy.