"He Looked At Her The Way All Women Want To Be Looked At By A Man"

She had these kind of clear blue eyes that opened up to a chance of possibilities and a future full of hopeless love that could be beautiful for just a little while. And his stare could tear down a woman, allow him to see her deepest darkest secrets as well as every once of doubt and heartbreak that had ever made home in her life. And he'd have years of neglect illustrated in his eyes, and a smirk crawling to his face. And he'd hide a smile for being so misunderstood, but with her he had opened a page from his memoir of a life each and every day. But what he wouldn't admit is that he cared so fricken much, he cared enough to know that her current boyfriend just couldn't love her right. And he'd glance her way, hiding a smile, a glance, secret touches and rendezvous. Everyone knew he had lived her, but that he just didn't know how. But everyone could see, that his eyes bore into her heart, and his longing, quiet stare had said more that words ever could've.