The way I see my girlfriend's face soften when she looks at me. When I'm talking or just moving around the room. It's a look of adoration. A look of love. She doesn't have to say anything, and yet I know that it holds so much meaning. I don't think she knows that I can see that. I know her soul, and I can read her face like a book. Every line, every soft patch, every twitch of the muscle. I don't think she believes me when I tell her how often I look at her. Whether it's directly or out of my peripheral, every angle looks so good on her. She is divinity personified. And I am undeserving of the looks she gives me. Unworthy to be loved and perceived by her eyes. And yet I am so lucky to be seen. I tell her it's an honor all the time. I don't think she understands me. But her gaze still softens on me. Every time.
