A vintage's touch: "I love when you're looking at me."

 Mary:

"I never told you that, but, I love when you're looking at me. I love our quiet days and even more our quiet nights when we're both reading on our favourite chairs. I will look at you, just glances at first, just because I love the face you have when you're comfortable. I love the little crease on your forehead when you're focused on whatever you're reading. I know that your brain is busy planning, plotting and thinking but even like this, you still take a moment to look at me. I can feel it, your gentle gaze. I can feel it on me and it brings me comfort. I exist, I'm here in the room with you. I know that you stop just so you could reassure yourself. You could see that I am here. you could see that I am comfortable with you and our silence. I never told you that I love when you're doing that, when you see me, when you look at me. I love that you always take a break just so you can lit a cigarette and smoke it. You know I'm looking at you,and  sometimes our eyes lock. Mmhhhh,  I'm left blushing and smiling at you. I'm  feeling like a blushing bride. I love the way you make me feel as if I was home. You make me feel as if I belonged here and I am grateful that I am already sitting because your blue eyes would make me weak in the knees. I would have stumbled and probably fallen if I was standing up. I...never told you that but I felt that today was a good day to do so."