His eyes say good, but his soul says evil.
He looks at you and you know that he needs you.
You wish you had him in your arms.
And that nothing could separate the two of you.
“You love him,” your heart says,
“Leave him,” your brain says.
You don’t know what to do.
So, you wait for your instincts to kick in.
They never do.
“You’re on your own for this one. He’s the one,” they say.
That glimpse just ended.
All that happened in 2.5 seconds and you don’t want it to end.
You call out, but he never answers,
Except, with the same look every time you see him.