Keep staring, it thrills me

Stare. I always catch you staring. Those random moments when I look behind me and catch you in my periphery, your eyes are always on me. Your stares that burn into my soul and strip me of all my shield and armour. I don't mind. I can't help staring at you either. Your eyes tell me what your words can't. What you cannot even tell yourself. You don't take your eyes off even when I already catch you staring. I feel the friction, the tension, the pressure. How you hold yourself back from what you really want. I know, because that's how I feel too. Because in those few seconds when our eyes meet, I feel as if we're the only ones in this world. And those few precious seconds are what I hold on to. Because those few precious seconds are all the courage we have. Those stares. Those burning stares. Those are the unspoken secrets we keep.