astereris
I have so many reason not to like him, way too many to count. But there are those times when we start talking, and I look at him, and he looks at me, and it's all I can do to resist laying my cheek on his shoulder and telling him all my secrets.
I always wonder if the people that I think about when I catch sight of a glowing full moon, are looking at it and thinking about me.
brief, rapid, the way our eyes meet in the cafeteria and we both quickly look away, afraid the other saw and read too much into it, but we both know it was there.