I like this girl.

This might just be what I do, and perhaps has nothing to do with you, but my hope in writing this is that it does resonate; or maybe it's just for me to capture as a writer to draw you in. Whichever the case, here goes. When I pass most girls, I look at their eyes, and I see a myriad of things*. Most times they look to me with the same glance I do in whether one is attractive; that's the first. Others don't acknowledge me, and those invite my thoughts just as much - what are they thinking about? The most grasping glances are the ones that encouraged me most to write this. Encouraged is setting the bar low of word choice. I get this wet feeling of exclamation. It warms my chest up right inside my heart, and I begin to envelope the world around me; I take on this strength that exclaims in passion (weak wording). 

When I was riding to the library on my bicycle today, I looked up into the eyes at this young lady strutting down the broken concrete sidewalk. With my eyes locked on hers, we watched each other, and waited. Seeing how she didn't look away in reaction, she matched me in this desire to test the others watchfulness, holding the gaze until I looked away in what I concluded as pride on my part. Let me catch that for you. I come from a bad breakup that leaves me looking for who I can flood love into next. When I look at a lot of females, I watch them to see if they are at the same place of heart as me; do they want to love somebody, also?

This observation is just discernment I perceive many people live with that haven't found the proper place to communicate it. That's why I wanted to write this, because it would be a challenge to communicate, which it was. Nonetheless, I wanted to share with you the timeless back story to something that takes seconds to occur. In conclusion, I found my observation valid and exciting to share, but of no success in working on the matter at heart; the burner that warms a zeal for an area of focus that is growing to align itself with the thoughts of God.

*Update (3:38 pm): I looked up from the computer at this girl waiting for the printer. This is another kind of look: she looked at me with a softened glance before she trembled to look down. What I discerned was she looked down to look away and wanted to look up again, but was fine with leaving it go.