When I look at you, the world appears stops. It stops and every one that exists on behalf of me is you and my eyes looking at you. There’s nothing else. No noise, no others, no thoughts or worries, no yesterday, no tomorrow. The world simply stops and it’s an adorable place, and there’s only you. Just you and my eyes staring at you. When you’re gone, the world starts once more; I don’t adore it as much. I can live in it, but I don’t like it. I simply walk around in it and wait to see you once more and expect it to stop once more. I really like once it stops. It’s the best freaking thing I’ve ever noted or ever felt the simplest thing, and that is why I stare at you.