The Gaze….(Part 2)

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The Search…(Part 2)

The Gaze

She always had a certain restlessness to her. She had to be constantly moving. Sitting still was not her cup of tea. She’d rather run around frantically than sit down like a lady and get things done.

Her mind was always at ten different places. She had long forgotten what being calm felt like. It was better to just be free. It had taken immense effort on her part to understand that she just could not control everything.

Especially her emotions…

She lived her life on her terms. The realities of life bored her. She had built her own sweet world with her imagination. And with that imagination she was never alone. Her thoughts and dreams became her closest companions.

She had been busy day dreaming when she entered her favorite coffee shop. All she had to do was grab her coffee and leave for her meeting.

And that is what she would have done if she had not turned her head and met that piercing gaze.

His eyes were almost hypnotic; pulling you towards them.  Deep and calm, like they had seen the world, and could now read her soul just by looking at her. A couple of seconds was all it took for her to be completely mesmerized.

And now, hours later, all she could do was think about him….

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