I was invited (well, not personally, but still…) to join the Fandango’s Friday Flashback!
Fandango scrolls back, every Friday, and gives a second chance to a post he had published on the same date, years before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I decided to participate…
So here it is!
Previously published on June 4th of 2016, here’s a romantic short story, inspired by a certain encounter. I hope you’ll enjoy this (again). And where ever you are, stay safe and well!
Look me in the eyes…
She had longed to say those words for years… Not to him, but just in general.
In movies, that simple sentence was the prelude for the most intimate and sincere confidences. As if eyes were a warrant of truth in its purest form. As if eyes told things as they were, always. She dared to believe that.
How could it be otherwise? If eyes could lie, then it would be useless to consult them in times of deep talking… People could then just say “listen to my words”, but words easily misled, and often bent the truth. Eyes had to be the key…
To prove your own sincerity, and to get proof of the other one’s genuineness.
People took words lightly… He didn’t. That’s why she had chosen him to try the classic phrasing. He had proven worthy of it, noticing her way to ask if she could ask a question, only when her wonders were of a certain importance. She asked a lot of questions, but rarely asked if she could ask… Only he had put his finger on it.
She was glad they were having a pleasant conversation when the idea came to her mind to test his gaze. Some people used the “look me in the eyes” thing while fighting… As a defense, to prove good conscience. She didn’t want to fight with him, ever. A hard look from him would have broken her in two.
But they had been sharing a delightful conversation so far. Sitting side by side, looking straight ahead… The perfect set up. She feared for a brief moment that he wouldn’t turn her way when she’d finally say it. He would have the final word, or so to speak.
Words, words… What made a man what he was. One of the things she liked above all, words…
She paused, knowing she was about to say it.
Look me in the eyes…
He turned his head. She filled the air with words, even though it was useless. She feared his eyes would try to lie to hers… Making this moment a painful failure. But his green irises were sparkling. Ten, maybe twenty seconds of connexion.
It was totally worth the wait. Worth waiting all this time before trying…
Later she would tell him how she’d miss his words, his smile, his voice… But when the sun would set, every other evening, it is that moment she would remember.
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