A glance. It’s a small thing in real time. A moment – or a second. A split second sometimes.
We almost don’t notice it until after it’s done.
Why, then, does it have to be like an iceberg on the surface of our emotions? Just a small look, a small second – but beneath the look is everything.
When you love someone enough, a glance is all it takes to set the world right side up. To make your heart expand, to put wings on your soul. A glance, and they are the most beautiful creature you’ve ever set eyes on.
When that love is gone – what becomes of the glance? Of the wings? Of the soul?
I don’t know if I’m more afraid that no one will ever look at me like that again…
…or that I won’t look at anyone else that way again.
Such a small thing to lose. You almost don’t notice it until after it’s gone.