He just sat there, watching me watch him. He knew I was always looking, and I knew he was too.
He didn't even say a word. And it started that way, and progressed that way, until the end. He just went up to me, and said three simple words that made a dangerous attempt to sway my heart again. You look beautiful, he tells me.
I thanked him and turned away. And turned back. Are you happy? I ask.
