She walks past him, her eyes downcast,
then in one single heartbeat, she looks up.
Their eyes meet; blue to grey.
Their eyes meet; blue to grey.
They both look down and keep on walking--
there's a smile on his face;
there are tears in her eyes.
"You're beautiful"
Haha, I don't really feel bad for over-analyzing other people, because I never let it get my better judgment. (I inherently assume that everyone has an inner niceness in them.) It's painful for me sometimes, though, to know just what the other people are thinking, feeling.
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