There is a twinkle in your eyes. But I know, it couldn't be just one star each. Maybe a few galaxies buried deep under your skin giving way to the light through your only windows. I can see them when I look at you every single time; swirling while they hypnotize and slow things down around me.
The twinkle- it makes me fumble and forget the words I had practiced in my head a million times over; the confessions I am yet to make. It makes me want to write of Neruda and Van Gogh; of moonlit nights and close dances; of romance and old songs; of dried orchids and wine.
I have never loved you. Just liked you- in bits and in crumpled pieces of unsent letters. The sound of your voice; your thin lipped wide smile; the million expressions that run across your face. But I guess I fell in love with the twinkle in your eyes.
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