Tuesday, April 3
Brown Eyed Boy
I look at you across the crowded room full of chattering couples. You look up at me, as if you can feel my gaze. Your big, brown eyes are so beautiful I catch my breath. You and I, we're both single, but in this one instant we're together. I have a crazy impulse to rush to your side and hold you close. I find this world sometimes scary, sometimes bewildering, generally strange. But you, you seem so happy, comfortable in your space, trusting of people, confident in your ability to charm. It makes you magnetic. Draws a magic circle of light and laughter around you. You suddenly stand and start lurching towards me, drunkenly. "Careful", I find myself muttering under my breath. I catch you just as you tumble forward, chuckling, almost falling flat on your nose. Scooping you up in my arms, I'm rewarded with an angelically toothless smile. "You perfectly adorable naughty papa", I mock-scold as I carry you off to your mother, one arm tight around my neck and the other waving candy gently in the air. I know I'm in love. I don't even try fighting it.