It’s your eyes.
You have these “I’m an open book but I have some hidden chapters eyes”. The “I’ll treat you right, but if you break my heart don’t think I won’t break yours too” eyes.
They were the first things that drew me to you. I was intrigued.
I felt an immediate connection with you. And you felt it too. Well you’ve told me you did. Unless you were lying.
Sometimes when you’re not looking, I like to gaze into them. I often wonder what you’re thinking. What makes you tick? What makes you do the things you do?
Whether you really love me? Whether you wish that I was someone else?
I question if there is something that you are hiding from me? If it’s something bad? Would I be able to forgive you? Would I move on? Or would it stay in my head, forever niggling at me?
Would I grow to resent you? Would I leave? Would you leave?
But then I look back into your eyes and I feel reassurance. I feel your arms reaching out for me. I feel safe.
Your eyes tell me all I need to know.
Your eyes make me happy.