There’s a special kind of magic that reveals itself in silent moments. The kind where words are not needed, nor wanted, and noises of any sort are not a requirement. It’s a moment where the truth in your eyes outweighs any kind of explanation; a time when I swear we converse more with our eyes than what we ever could with our words.
No need for lies or explanations, of excuses or justifications. Just a simple state of being, of looking into the murky brown of your eyes and realising that there’s a depth unexplored by most and discovered by only me in that single, silent moment.