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He managed to finish his sentence. But halfway through I could already tell that he suddenly saw something while he was looking at me that threw him off, causing him to almost lose his train of thought. His mouth closed with his last word but his eyes remained fixated on mine. I held my gaze steady. A younger me would have averted my eyes after a second or two. But not any more. I couldn't care any longer what people tried to find. Or about their motives when they attempted to stare me down. It's a matter of knowing one's own place in the universe. He kept staring at me as if looking into a fogged over mirror, his eyes searching mine, puzzled look on his face. His pupils appeared dilated a bit as he was trying to find what tripped him up. And then slowly, they contracted back to normal size. I still held my gaze, smiling. Returning back into the moment we were in, he looked at me as if he was wondering what I was smiling at. Nothing he had said was anything that would make one smile. But my smile was part amusement of witnessing him dive into my endless blue green eyes, not knowing if he would ever surface, and part compassion for him. I knew exactly what that felt like. He slowly turned his face away from me as he regained his composure. I could see him straightening up before he focused his attention to the person sitting to the other side of him. He kept his composure until the meeting adjourned. When we stood to say our good byes, I could see that look in his eyes. Something had shifted within him. I smiled and thought to myself "God, let it be a tether that tore lose so he can release that what unsettled him." ~•~•~•~•~• a beautiful milieu Image Renato Rampolla https://www.instagram.com/renatorampolla/