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i looked into your eyes and knew then,
you also knew.

i had stared into your eyes before;
the butterflies aching,
body shaking,
cheeks flushing.

i remember how hard it was to keep staring into them,
being uncomfortable—
not because of you,
but rather myself.

how could you find eyes,
such as mine,
worth staring into?

i learned to be able to look,
without searching.

today,
i made a mistake.

i let down my guard,
overwhelmed at the buzzing around us,
the flashes of excitement,
and the yelps of glee.

i looked into your eyes and knew then,
you also knew.

how sudden,
really...
a few seconds turned us over,
and we somehow continued to stare.

i,
into yours,
diving deep into the forbidden parts of your forest,
rivers unkept and made a mess,
caves collapsed onto themselves.

you,
into mine,
swimming through a dessert with no air,
hills without end,
an oasis dried up.

your hand held mine,
yet somehow you felt the farthest you've ever been.

the wall i had built,
in order to keep the unknown locked away,
became invisible at my worst,
and while i dived into you,
you dove into me.

feeling each other's minds—
without knowing what was behind them—
tired us into a halt,
and we looked away,
scared to look again.

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