Your eyes finally met mine. It was just such a short contact. But it jolted my heart. It unearthed in me some of the deeply-buried feelings I have. You still have this kind of effect on me.
To not meet your eyes, that’s the hardest thing to do when I’m with you. I should now depart from still glancing into that window of your soul, and rather content myself to seeing my eye’s reflection in my monitor during breakfast. You are a hard habit to break.