It’s like she has some sort of captivating fire in her eyes. Sometimes she’ll look at me and I feel like she’s staring into my soul, reading everything I’m trying to keep hidden.

Intentionally, or unintentionally, Kat had spoken with her eyes; tenderly and lovingly conveying a message to Freya that her tongue wouldn’t let her speak. It was glaringly obvious they both felt it. The words were not important. The pauses, gazes, and drawn out breaths were what mattered.

I love everything. The way she strokes her earlobe when she’s thinking. The way she chews her pen when she’s writing. The way she laughs. The way she smiles. The way she’s kind. The way she cares. The way she listens. Just everything. She’s just incredible. I’ve never met anyone quite like her before.

Just because something awful happens to someone else, it doesn’t mean the issues in your life should take any less importance.

I feel like I look at her and get lost in her eyes.

It's like she has some sort of captivating fire in her eyes. Sometimes she'll look at me and I feel like she's staring into my soul, reading everything I'm trying to keep hidden.

Intentionally, or unintentionally, Kat had spoken with her eyes; tenderly and lovingly conveying a message to Freya that her tongue wouldn't let her speak. It was glaringly obvious they both felt it. The words were not important. The pauses, gazes, and drawn out breaths were what mattered.

Just because something awful happens to someone else, it doesn't mean the issues in your life should take any less importance.

Kat stood immobile and watched with pain, a kiss of passion, a kiss of desire; a kiss that could never be hers.

I love everything. The way she strokes her earlobe when she's thinking. The way she chews her pen when she's writing. The way she laughs. The way she smiles. The way she's kind. The way she cares. The way she listens. Just everything. She's just incredible. I've never met anyone quite like her before.