We were not two for those riveting moments in our lives, sitting across the sea, along the shore. With my head resting on his tender shoulder and his warmth seeping through his skin into the air I inhaled, I felt like a child would feel in its mother's gentle embrace. His cologne, reeking of some divine familiarity and serenity, felt so mesmerizing in that magisterial tranquility. For those moments, I was complete, he was me, I was him but there was no self, only us being one. I reached for his hand, brushed mine against it and started feeling his fingers, holding them with delicacy, I flipped his hand inside out to try to read what the lines were trying to say. That's what I do with people I love the most, I love playing with their hands, pressing them against my cheeks and feeling their presence. He sat there quietly, bracing me, my insanity and the smile I would never stop falling for. He, my sun, star and moon and I were tied together with an everlasting piece of cord we wholeheartedly accepted to hold for the rest of our lives and promised each other to never let it go, a week ago. Ever since I had seen those eyes, I had known that they were the only ones I would ever want to be seen by, to look at and to know the soul they conceal inside. Today, they're mine, telling me that I won without having to fight. The gaze reaching for my soul takes my breath away and he loves doing that, seeing me blush and being nervous. In these eyes and heart dwells huge respect and infinite love I had always kept safe for him only. What are you going to do now? Where are you going to run, you're trapped? Asked my eyes wickedly. Even if you try your best to keep me away, I will keep clinging to you. Even in our wildest nightmare I would not let us grow apart, said the other ones.