Look at Me

I know she likes me; I’ve made it very apparent. I know she has something for me, too. I love the way her face lights up when she sees me; I can see her happiness right through her eyes. I just wish she wouldn’t refuse to talk to me. Why won’t she look at me when she talks to me? I just want to see her eyes once more before I go. I saw the way she keep flicking her head to catch my attention. Finally I caught her eyes; they are so beautiful.

“Is there something in your eye? Oh wait, that's just a sparkle.”