"You are beautiful." He said, stroking my jaw.
"Beautiful is overrated." I replied.
"There is a quote that reminds me of you, you know Mystery. 'Her eyes have their own vocabulary, what a beautiful language to learn.'" He smiles at me, his black eyes twinkling.
"Are you saying I'm truly a mystery?" I say, giggling.
"I am simply saying that you're something that I would love to figure out, you're a puzzle. A code. You see the silver lining in everybody but watch the world differently, you see things that others are to blind to notice, you observe the unobservable." He says it in a way I know he truly believes and means what words he is speaking.
"Do you love me?" I ask.
"No," He says "I do not just simply love you, no words can describe how much I feel towards you ever. I will never ever leave you."
I laughed and brushed him off. He looked hurt, but he smiled too, watching me with those curious black eyes.
That was so so long ago...