I have been rushing through life these day. I have been sprinting past everything, not wanting to stop and think. Because when I do, it always brings me back to your gaze. Those warm, loving eyes. There was a time when everything was so simple and nobody else seemed to be in existence. The future could have been just the two of us and it wouldn’t matter.
Your gaze felt like home. A home in which I am now a stranger. A visitor who overstayed her welcome. Therefore, I shall leave and wherever I go; I will always think of that warm gaze. Whenever I stop and think, I will.