A Little Too Much Love in His Eyes

She barely remembers the last time,

A video call felt this way—

The lights were softer,

The world was quieter,

And neither had much to say.

Yet, somewhere between his eyes and hers,

A thousand unspoken words took flight.

There was silence, but never emptiness,

Just two hearts learning how to hold each other

Through a screen that night.

He kept finding little ways to love her,

As if his eyes had secrets to confess.

And she? She could barely look at him,

Blushing beneath a smile

She was trying so hard to suppress.

Her lips fell open, words went missing,

She looked away, then looked again.

An awkward laugh escaped her lips,

A little attempt to hide the blush

That was painting her cheeks again.

She thought she was hiding it beautifully,

That he couldn't possibly know—

But he caught every stolen glance,

Every smile she tried to swallow,

Every little blush she couldn't control.

And then they talked.

Or perhaps, she talked enough for two,

While he listened with that quiet tenderness

That made even her simplest stories

Feel like something worth listening to.

They were both tired,

Their days had taken so much away,

Yet somehow, neither wanted to leave,

And the minutes kept turning into hours

As exhaustion slowly faded away.

She never knew what she was doing to him,

How effortlessly she unsettled his calm,

How her laughter travelled across the miles

Faster than light,

And settled somewhere beneath his heart,

Like a familiar, beautiful song.

He tried to compose himself,

To carry his feelings with effortless grace,

To look at her as though his heart

Wasn't giving away everything

His lips had yet to say.

But love has a way of betraying silence,

And his eyes were never very good at lying.

For every time he looked at her,

A little more of his heart

Seemed to forget the art of hiding.

And she, still blushing, still laughing,

Still pretending he couldn't see,

Had no idea that in those quiet moments,

She was becoming his favourite place to be.

Perhaps that's what made the night so beautiful—

No promises, no grand declarations, no plans.

Just him, just her,

A screen full of light,

And a love that needed no explanation.

For sometimes, love doesn't arrive with a whisper,

Or a kiss, or a hand held tight.

Sometimes, it is simply two tired souls

Forgetting how tired they are

Because neither wants to say goodnight.

And long after the call is over,

When the screen goes dark and the room grows still,

She might remember how she blushed that night—

But perhaps she'll never fully understand

How much of his heart she held.

Because she thought she was merely looking away,

While he was falling a little deeper with every glance.

She thought she was hiding her feelings,

While his eyes were already telling her

Everything his silence couldn't.

And somewhere between her nervous laughter

And the tenderness he couldn't conceal,

They found a kind of magic

That even miles apart

Could make impossibly real. ❤️