we were in a dark cinema, yet there was just about enough light for me to make out the faint outline of your features. i'm not sure why, perhaps i thought they were beautiful, but i reached out tentatively with my finger and brushed it along your eyelashes. and you: you didn't pull back in surprise, you didn't ask me what on earth i was doing, you didn't even raise an eyebrow. no question written on your face; either you were very used to people touching your eyelashes, or you, like me, felt ____. you didn't react the way any other person would have done (i know, i've tried). instead, you smiled, closed your eyes, and you opened them again - just in time to see me smile back at you.
so natural, so right. come to think of it, was i testing you? if so, you've passed - with distinction.
[i left a blank space cos i can't think of a word for that feeling.]
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