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I started to notice how his eyes look when he's in deep thought; the way his tone alters depending on the topic or however he's feeling. We've talked about our painful pasts, our unsure futures, and our present situations. I started to remember his different laughs, his winces of pain. My eyes inspected his face, from his scars to his pores, and memorized each feature. I even started to notice the way his eyes shine each time he smiles. It was obvious: I had a problem on my hands.
His eyes are always filled with questions. He notices almost everything about the world everything around him, so he soon noticed my eyes searching for something constant or some meaning to my current life. We ended up sitting next each other and sharing our lives and concerns. He began to notice my quirky habits and the unique words in my vocabulary, and he pointed each discovery out to me with an amused glimmer in his eye. It's funny how he noticed everything except the way I looked in his eyes. We grew closer as we spoke; he laid his hand on my arm wrapped around his torso and our heads began to rest on each other's. He spoke of his past hurts and heartbreaks, and all I could do was hug him. But as he told me his past dilemmas, he told me of his current one: how he noticed another girl who surely noticed him.
I know the girl and she is a saint if any exist. He said no names, but his actions said it all. Sweet, considerate, loyal, and devoted to the Lord. Within a meeting, she will ask you for a prayer request and will pray with you if you are willing. She carries a Bible in her purse and actively seeks the word of God in her life. Her demeanor is humble and lovable and truly endearing. All in all, she is amazing. And he noticed that. He told me how he found out she had interest in him, how meeting her had started to erase the pain from his past, and how he thought and prayed over the situation. He told me how he started to notice her more and more as a girlfriend, even a wife. All there was left was the question.
I noticed how his eyes gazed into the distance, at nothing and the whole world at once, when he talked of how she affected him. His voice filled with affection, conviction, and confliction as he mulled over his next action. All I could do was hold him tighter and say I wished the best for both of them and all would work out. He smiled softly and thanked me.
And apparently they did work out. I noticed them with arms wrapped around each other, talking and laughing, sharing the same chair. With a bittersweet smile I greeted them and walked away, but not before I noticed how he lifted her hand and tenderly pressed it to his lips. I turned my eyes away and closed them as the thoughts of what I didn't have rushed to my mind. Someone to hold close and confide in; someone who would see the eccentric habits and see past them; someone who would love purely enough to understand the kissing of a hand. I sighed and tried to soothe my consciousness as I walked away. Someday, I thought, someday I'll find that person, that person who will notice me the same way I notice him.

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I started to notice how his eyes look when he's in deep thought; the way his tone alters depending on the topic or however he's feeling. We've talked about our painful pasts, our unsure futures, and our present situations. I started to remember his different laughs, his winces of pain. My eyes inspected his face, from his scars to his pores, and memorized each feature. I even started to notice the way his eyes shine each time he smiles. It was obvious: I had a problem on my hands.
His eyes are always filled with questions. He notices almost everything about the world everything around him, so he soon noticed my eyes searching for something constant or some meaning to my current life. We ended up sitting next each other and sharing our lives and concerns. He began to notice my quirky habits and the unique words in my vocabulary, and he pointed each discovery out to me with an amused glimmer in his eye. It's funny how he noticed everything except the way I looked in his eyes. We grew closer as we spoke; he laid his hand on my arm wrapped around his torso and our heads began to rest on each other's. He spoke of his past hurts and heartbreaks, and all I could do was hug him. But as he told me his past dilemmas, he told me of his current one: how he noticed another girl who surely noticed him.
I know the girl and she is a saint if any exist. He said no names, but his actions said it all. Sweet, considerate, loyal, and devoted to the Lord. Within a meeting, she will ask you for a prayer request and will pray with you if you are willing. She carries a Bible in her purse and actively seeks the word of God in her life. Her demeanor is humble and lovable and truly endearing. All in all, she is amazing. And he noticed that. He told me how he found out she had interest in him, how meeting her had started to erase the pain from his past, and how he thought and prayed over the situation. He told me how he started to notice her more and more as a girlfriend, even a wife. All there was left was the question.
I noticed how his eyes gazed into the distance, at nothing and the whole world at once, when he talked of how she affected him. His voice filled with affection, conviction, and confliction as he mulled over his next action. All I could do was hold him tighter and say I wished the best for both of them and all would work out. He smiled softly and thanked me.
And apparently they did work out. I noticed them with arms wrapped around each other, talking and laughing, sharing the same chair. With a bittersweet smile I greeted them and walked away, but not before I noticed how he lifted her hand and tenderly pressed it to his lips. I turned my eyes away and closed them as the thoughts of what I didn't have rushed to my mind. Someone to hold close and confide in; someone who would see the eccentric habits and see past them; someone who would love purely enough to understand the kissing of a hand. I sighed and tried to soothe my consciousness as I walked away. Someday, I thought, someday I'll find that person, that person who will notice me the same way I notice him.