Excerpt 8 'His Eyes'

Sometimes when I look at him, and he’s looking back at me, I can see something, this teen tiny hint of something more. Something he’s feeling but can’t say. When our eyes met, it was like we were instantly connected. Even when were out together and our eyes lock, I know no one catches it but me and him, and I like it that way. Like we have our own little secret. A place we go to when everything around us is crazy and we just need some semblance of normal. God his eyes were beautiful. Now, there are times when I want nothing more than to look him in the eyes, because it was at that moment when we were looking at each other, that we ended up saying the most. I miss that.