Nothing like him.

“You're too charming with everybody,” I said like an annoyed baby looking at the floor and playing with my hands. He held one of my hands while getting closer and closer to me so that our faces were right in front of each other, and said he could never look at a girl the way he looks at me.
Of course, I believed him. Who wouldn't believe those deep eyes of his? And people can call me silly and crazy, but I swear there was something about him that used to make me feel he could never lie to me.
I wonder if he ever got to feel because of me, at least, a small slide of all the emotions I always feel because of him and him only. My eyes have never gotten to see anything as gorgeous and as brilliant as him, not even after all this time.