For Your Eyes Only
Because Calum is so reserved, I can imagine how special it would feel to be his girl. Being the person he lets loose with, the only one who hears his innermost thoughts, and only one who can say they know him on an intimate level. Sometimes he’d come to you, open up about what was bothering him, let you in on the emotions and stories he expresses through the words he writes in the journal that he doesn’t go anywhere without. And sometimes he found gratitude in just knowing that you were there, present in his world. On those days, Calum desired to feel your presence. When he would go outside for a smoke, he would motion for you to follow him and as he takes another hit from his cigarette he would reach for your hand, needing to feel you, always needing to feel you. No words would be exchanged, the silence soothing for the both of you.
Everyone around him didn’t understand what he needed, but you always knew and that was what Calum loved most about you. You knew what he wanted without him having to say one word. You could tell through his body language. When he fidgeted with his fingers, looking distant from everyone, sighing occasionally, that’s when he wanted to talk, but when he was clingy and boy could he be clingy- grabbing at your hands, quick pecks to your neck, causally tapping his foot against yours- he just wanted to feel you. Feel and love the girl that he trusted with everything.
Every day he’d tell you, “for your eyes only” because that’s how he felt. Everything that concerned him was for your eyes only. He never shared the things with anyone else that he shared with you. That’s why you weren’t surprised to find those four words marked in black ink under the left side of his chest near his heart, when in bed one night, cuddling close to the person who meant most to you, feeling his heart beat through his chest. His heart was for your eyes only, no one else could get in, even if they tried.