When you stare at me and I tell you to stop, what I really meant was, please don’t stop looking at me the way you do. Ever.
I rarely blush, but when a man looks at me, like really sees beyond my exterior and finds the real me, I always look away. But I think this exact thought. I wonder why it’s so hard to verbalize, or even continue to look him in the eye. I guess I fear he’ll see through me and move on. (via wfflkngbtch:beautifulordinaire) (via pinkhotel) (via georgiegirlnyc)