The Love... The Look... The Break

He always held her by the waist... close and tight... A sense of possessiveness reflected when in public... A sense of 'MINE' highlighted when he held her... A subtle cue for every guy on the block to simply back off... Her heart skipped some million beats each time he held her... He always had glint in his eyes... She could never read them and predict what would come next... She didn't like the suspense but enjoyed every bit of it though... A passionate kiss... Just a peck on the cheek... Or a whisper in her ear... anything could follow...
It was beyond friendship but didn't know if this is love... She loved the feeling... His warmth & tenderness... He was one guy who could see through her... It wasn't just the physical closeness they shared but they were emotionally bound... She relished every bit of this feeling... He wasn't in love! And she knew that...
His stare was hard to break and she could never look into his eyes for long... The longer she looked... feelings grew stronger... The longer she looked... harder her heart broke... The longer she looked, harsher it would be to accept... And so each time she broke the stare; either by smiling or looking away...

It wasn't long when it was more than the stare that broke...