Stupid TIMANTHA 🖕

The shock that flows through every inch of my body when your eyes meet mine. Your a cold green, the color of a leaf from an oak tree. I won’t break the connection, I won’t m look away. There is an invisible sting made of gold, linking your heart to mine. And even if you don’t feel it, I know. I know that this will not be the last time I look into his eyes. We see eachother in passing, but I know I’ll remember him forever. But when I tell people of this interaction, they call me delusional.