Mid-Lane Lover
Their love was the kind that you'd base a novel on. Warm...old-fashioned...silently passionate.
It did not pull in attention, or beg for eyes, and some how that made it all the more beautiful. It's pleasant to watch them, for they rarely touch, but the chemistry between them is undeniable.
You see...
Her eyes look for him even when he is not around, a slight dabble of hope lighting the tan hue of her skin. He is missed, you can see it in the way that her head turns...back to the left faced farther down then before. It makes you wonder what is it that she's thinking? Is she wishing she'd never missed him? Trying to convince herself that it wasn't that important in the first place? Maybe she's stuck on tender thoughts of him, and the wonder of when they may next meet. I suppose any option is probable.
And him...?
He shines for her even when she is not around, affection...love filling light brown eyes. She's important, valued;you can see it in the slight upturn of his lips, the drawl of his speech and the way he averts his eyes as if keeping secret what has bloomed there. It makes you wonder what is he thinking? Is he wishing the period would rush by just a bit faster? That she was here so he could talk to her, and concoct small jokes in the hopes of pulling forth her laughter? Trying to convince himself maybe that he needs to focus, even as his mind wonders again ears full of the gentle lull of her voice.
But then again...I suppose any line is beautiful to them.
It did not pull in attention, or beg for eyes, and some how that made it all the more beautiful. It's pleasant to watch them, for they rarely touch, but the chemistry between them is undeniable.
You see...
Her eyes look for him even when he is not around, a slight dabble of hope lighting the tan hue of her skin. He is missed, you can see it in the way that her head turns...back to the left faced farther down then before. It makes you wonder what is it that she's thinking? Is she wishing she'd never missed him? Trying to convince herself that it wasn't that important in the first place? Maybe she's stuck on tender thoughts of him, and the wonder of when they may next meet. I suppose any option is probable.
And him...?
He shines for her even when she is not around, affection...love filling light brown eyes. She's important, valued;you can see it in the slight upturn of his lips, the drawl of his speech and the way he averts his eyes as if keeping secret what has bloomed there. It makes you wonder what is he thinking? Is he wishing the period would rush by just a bit faster? That she was here so he could talk to her, and concoct small jokes in the hopes of pulling forth her laughter? Trying to convince himself maybe that he needs to focus, even as his mind wonders again ears full of the gentle lull of her voice.
But then again...I suppose any line is beautiful to them.