It was Sunday morning,

i dont know you at all until we must,

it was just ordinary introduce, until.. we talked

i was killed by the eyes you have

i was chilled by the way you listened

i’m amazed that you are being patient

I never meet a person like you are,

who listened like you do, who waits to talk after another, you did not speak over someone’s turn, not even once

and those eyes, you stabbed mine, you did not let my eyes away, not a blink, you know, it was so comforting yet killing

i will never forget that only few hours moment

i wish i could have them longer, that kind of moment

nice to know you, my friend