Sometimes love doesn't require words. It just looks.
Quietly, deeply, penetratingly. As if someone has laid everything out in your soul without touching anything.

There are looks that make you feel hot, as if you were hugged without touching. There are looks that make you freeze, losing your bearings. He may not say a single "I love you", but you read everything in his eyes: care, desire, affection, anxiety, if you are sad. This is love through the eyes.

It seems to me that the look of people in love changes. There is a softness in it that cannot be faked. And a spark - as if he sees something in you that no one else notices. As if you are special, even in pajamas, even disheveled, even just sitting in the kitchen with a cup of tea.

When your loved one looks at you, you don't doubt. Because it's not a look of judgment. It's a look of acceptance. Without filters, without expectations. Just you. The real you.

I dream of this look. And I want to look at them the same way - with tenderness, with admiration, with that silent "I'm with you." Because sometimes one look is enough for the heart to understand: this is the one.

Have you ever caught such a look on yourself? The one that makes you forget how to breathe? The one in which everything you need lives? Tell me.