What matters is you.

I always wanted to know what you think of me when they see me, those eyes that penetrate you and follow you, they want to say something but that something is preventing you to know.
Love is one of those eyes that hides in the face and did not want to be shown by shame, fear of rejection.
Today I want you to know that my eyes are not looking for you, I already forgot you.

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