It’s when you hold eye contact for that second too long or maybe the way you laugh. It sets off a flash and our memories take a picture of who we are at that point when we first know “This is love.”
And we clutch that picture to our hearts because we expect each other to always be the people in that picture. But people change. People aren’t pictures. And you can either take a new picture or throw the old one away.
This is the problem I looked to long, to closely my eyes missed the sight. One long gaze rather then hundreds of thousands of stolen glances I didn’t want to look but I did and now I need more