Eyes …

She was too childish,

in a way that makes his heart beat fast & hard as never before, he appreciates looking at her wide eyes telling the story of everything while she talks about something she loved .. The sparkle that shines deep down from her pure soul finds its way through his heart , melting at everytime they come across each other as it’s the first time they meet . And that’s another story.
Their first eye contact was too significant. She realized at that moment he was the one for her, only for her among all beautiful girly faces figuring in the magazines, because he wasn’t looking for a fake painted face to wake up every morning besides, but he needed a good heart to warm his loud nights whenever he feels down and weak..
She loved classical music and late night conversations . She loved to dance like nobody’s watching and laugh at every silly joke he makes , she loved to sing with a messy hair while cooking brownies for him.
 » Let’s go to champs Elysées, get me an expresso while listening to our song on the radio, hold my hand in front of the whole wide world and tell them about how much you loved my perfume . Let’s go to Italy , try a sweet tiramisu after tasting a cheesy spaghetti and listening to « lasciatemi cantare » .. And let’s fly to New York , hang out in it’s crowded long streets , and get lost through them together.. « 
And that’s all what was going on in her head when she stars at his eyes .