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Looking into the eyes of a stranger. It doesn't matter where it takes place, but it happens time and time again. It's one of those odd quirks in life. You both look, you both look away.

Who gives you permission to stare into my eyes for those few seconds?
Who says that I can't stare into your eyes for those few seconds?

It's as if its an unwritten rule between one and all [apart from children]... You just don't look into a strangers eye, especially in public places. Extreme public places. The street for example, is certainly a place not designed for such exchanges between two complete strangers. Yet we all do it, and then we all pretend we didn't do it. It's a game.

Children do it all the time, infact, I believe children are the winners of this game. There is no care, its merely a look. It's not flirty, its not dirty, and its not anything but a look. And yet, don't well all feel tense and annoyed when a child, whatever the age, stares at us, epecially when you engage in eye contact.

They are watching me.
They are watching me.
They are watching me.
THEY ARE WATCHING ME.

I purpose that I shall stare at each and every person I meet on the street, maybe stare is a strong word... perhaps its better to say, I won't look away when I've caught that beautiful eye of yours.

Sometimes I just really want to stare into someone's eyes, a stranger's eyes. Yet its intrusive. Don't. Look. Into. My. Eyes.

Then of course there is the look into the eyes, the look away, then the return of looking. It's a signal of flirty vibes being presented through open eyes. I caught a guy's eye the other day, he had an interesting face, so I continued to look, but then something odd happened. He continued to look too, and then I smiled. If he noticed this smile I'm not sure. It wasn't for the fact that this guy was attractive, or that I had even thought he was... it was the sheer odd situation of two complete strangers.

A look.
A look away.
A look.
A look away.
A smile.

It's as if we are each stealing glances at each other, but I'm not stealing. I'm taking. I want to rant and rave about the past and community. But this isn't the time and place. Instead I shall say that if you catch me staring, I'm not staring at you for any reason other than taking you in. Taking you in.

It's the look of, you have a story to tell, and I want to guess what it is.

We all have stories, but we never tell them, let me guess, let my mind wander and figure you out. It's excites my imagination and fuels my mind. Passes time too, it must be said.

I'm off to go watch, engange in a split-seconds worth of eye flitterings between myself and ...

You?

With love,
The boy that is and was.
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