When Our Eyes Remembered
I remember the day we met—
the moment Cupid finally found me again.
After years of silence in my heart,
you arrived like a quiet miracle,
a gentle warmth easing my hidden loneliness.
Your glance touched me before your words did,
and in that fleeting moment
it felt as though our souls recognized each other,
as if we had loved in another lifetime
and were only now finding our way back.
Days unfolded into familiar rhythms,
life pulling us in different directions,
yet my thoughts always drifted toward you.
I wondered if I was the one chasing you—
until your eyes met mine
with that soft, burning certainty
that we were both equally drawn,
equally undone.
Around us the world kept moving,
but whenever you were near
everything else faded—
just you and me in a universe
quiet enough for love to breathe.
And on the days I didn’t see you,
the sun felt dimmer,
the hours somehow heavier.
Though life kept our voices apart for years,
our eyes refused to forget.
They searched for one another in every crowd,
continuing the conversation
our lips were never allowed to speak.
And the way you looked at me—
tender, adoring, almost reverent—
carried me through more days than you’ll ever know.
Our love, though unspoken,
never wavered, never faded;
it simply lived in the quiet places
between heartbeats,
as if it had always been destined
to last forever.
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