Loneliness looks better on paper

He had one of the most charming stares

Had his eyes on me like if he could see right through..

It scares me how vulnerable I can be in front of him!

He finally spoke breaking the awkward silence,

- Tell me what do you like doing most ?

- 'I write' I answered hesitatingly

he smiled like if he already knew..

And I wondered if he had a lucky guess or if it's so obvious I'm always hiding behind metaphors.

another question came shortly after .. - What do you write about?

and I wanted to say love.. and I wanted to say you.. and I wanted to say your eyes and how they wrinkle when you smile ..

All together ! 

But they don't fit quite right anymore ! Not when I feel so scared yet so safe when he's around. Not when I'm always lost in those eyes of his!

and I heard myself saying: ''Anything and everything.. It depends'

He smiled again ' this time It was wider and lingered a bit longer'

-Will you write about this?

And before I ask 'what about?,' pretending not to know what he meant, He leans forward and says 'us'

From this close, I can see flaws.. I can see imperfections that anywhere, somewhere! Someone, anyone might fall in love with, the way I did.

Exactly the way I did !

And I heard my answer echoes ..'I guess loneliness looks better on paper'