I fell in love with the way you looked at me and I think that’s why I was never good at poetry. because how do I romanticize and interpret the feeling that fled through my soul when your eyes met mine in a crowded room- the way my insides would turn and my heart would burst and the welcome sign for home was right in front of me. words could never accumulate an emotion as large as that, poetic metaphors could never encompass a love as passionate as that- that within a single glance i knew you thought the world of me and I allowed you to become mine.