It was once she stepped there, once she felt there was something, meant, expected to be something between them - once she felt his gaze. She went there once, twice, and kept seeking the chance to go there. Every time she was going there, she planned on examining his eyebrows, nose, moustache, chin. . She planned to examine his lip contour, but once she stepped there and got captured by his eyes, his gaze, she forgot everything, she even forgot herself. It was within his eyes, her femininity, her glory, her arrogance. . they were all within his eyes. Others were asking but he answered her, they were greeting but he greeted her, they were smiling but he smiled to her. It was all once she stepped there when he made her feel she was the one, when he caused her insomnia, yet a beautiful insomnia. He made her go to bed with a desirous smile. He made her see him in her dreams day by day, and night by night. It was once she stepped there when he charmed her by his gaze, surrounded by purity and love, announcing the white theme that has sealed them. When he infatuated her by his compliment. . When he caused her to seek a man to guard her, a man to love her, a man to satisfy her arrogant desires. A man who would gaze willingly, lovingly. A man who would be always there, who would hold her hands tenderly, who would listen to her fondly, who would wipe her tears softly. . She wanted him. It was once he gazed at her that she knew he was the one; it was through his eyes how she knew it was him. She was afraid of saying it, but she felt it. She couldn't say it, but it was just there shining. She couldn't announce it, she wanted it to be mutual. She wanted him to confess, to say he did. It was all once she stepped there. . .
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