Emma noted the way he looks at me. He looks at me like I’m the most perfect thing he’s ever seen. He looks at me like he never wants to stop looking, and it makes me feel beautiful and loved.
But I’m afraid, because he’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever touched and when he reaches out to hold my hand all I can think is that he will realise that he doesn’t see the beauty in me that I see in him.
And I don’t want him to go.