They say love is a journey, a gradual unfolding of affection. The room full of noise of conversation. Yet, the moment you enter the room, my world become silent.
It wasn’t the way you look or talk or laugh.
I do think it was the way you carried yourself in the crowd. It was an invisible string that drew my gaze. Perhaps it was the crinkle of your smile at passing joke or the way your brow furrowed in concentration.
Despite the distance between us, I found myself captivated. All voice become unheard noise, like there was a group of angel who plays lovely music in my head, and it screams perfection.
A melody composed of stolen glances and daydreams fueled with admiration.
Love, it seems, it can blossom from afar, nurtured by stolen glances moments and the quiet admiration that blossoms in my heart.
