But I beg silently, searching his eyes for any recognition that he understands the way I feel about him. That this is the most beautiful thing anyone has ever done for me, inadvertently or not. That he just gave my heart wings and let it soar. That I fucking love him. And I do. Goddamnit, I do. I’d give anything to be able to tell him at this moment. But I can do the next best thing. Show him.
