“Leon, do you love me?”
His feet felt like roots, like bricks in the pavement. He couldn’t move. What could he do? What could he say? How in the world could he answer a question like that?
“Leon?”
He looked her in the eyes, those big beautiful eyes. She looked at him with those eyes when she sang. The lyrics hurt with love: “it’s like running through deep water, trying to look into your eyes”.
Her eyes were soft and wet, threatening to tear over.
So he said nothing. He looked at her, in her eyes.
And he kissed her.
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