Might have been contentment
It is 2002. I see you for the first time, a little boy in hand you walk down the alley leading to the rugger field. A friend is busy telling you something.. I almost would not have looked at someone like you on any other day, but today it was you and your eyes spoke to me. I am quiet sure it was a one sided telling, because your eyes passed over mine and did not linger a second more. Mine however were star struck by yours.