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When I sat in that shadowed room. In the quiet of a dark moonless night. When nothing but a leaf stirred, and the breeze moaned tales of hearts asunder far and wide. When they pretended to be someone else. Laughter. Happy faces. Some so shy. Some just as high. Laughing with more happiness then ever. I laughed like I'd never stop. Laughed for all I was worth. And just like that my eyes moved to you. Sitting in the corner of another shadow. Your eyes dropped with more sleep than ever. So mysterious. So sexy. And that one moment, everything slowed to a stand still. Shadows darkened. Time stopped. The rest disappeared. Just you and me. Alone. Our eyes locked. And I saw you watch me. A slight smile of a lover. Exposed passion far gone. Watching me ever so intensely. Listening to my trinkets as it bounced off the walls. Feeling my laughter as it floated through you. Memorizing every line etching my face. Taking in that bright spark within my eyes. Fantasizing about that hair brushing ever so slightly before being flicked back in. Watching me like the rest don't matter. The rest don't exist. A chill moves up my spine. As I watch you watch me. Your eyes boring ice cold heat into me. Saying things that could never be said aloud. Imagining things that can never be as real. I felt my hands shake. I felt my heart drop. And just as that I teared my eyes away from yours. Too scared to jump into the deep well. Too frightened of the erratic beatings of my heart. And just as that, the lights come back on. And even in the brightness, I can feel your gaze lingering on my face. Kissing me ever so lightly. Tracing lines down my cheek bones. Close my eyes. But I feel you stronger.