“I know,” he says.
I could type all kinds of corny things about him looking into my soul and seeing me. I could tell you I have feelings I wasn’t ready to feel. I am full of fear; fear of the unknown, fear of regret, fear of pain. I’m full of sorrow for lost love and future pain. Love. That’s there too. Uncertainty. I have a thousand words swirling through my brain as I look into his eyes. But I don’t need any of them. He looks at me and says “I know and I do too.” And that’s all we say.