have you ever had this feeling before?

when you looked into someone's eye?and stare deeply into their heart,?it feels weird, isn't it?it's like you are trying to read?whatever is behind the pit -?the bottomless well of emotions.

even i too am addicted to that feeling.

the sense of pleasure -?knowing that you are receiving the attention?you've always seeked.

the sense of guilt -?knowing that you are reaching into something?you shouldn't be reaching.?

and the sense of vulnerability -?knowing that your partner?is doing the same to you.

they always say that?our eyes are the door to our heart,?and the mirror to our soul.?having seen the truth behind the door,?and our reflection in the mirror,?what do you feel?

not every open eyes see,?nor do closed one asleep.

something that crossed my mind?thinking about this feeling,?this excitement squeezing down?onto my very heart,

makes me feel fuzzy.

i don't know how our body?percepts these messages

can you even explain it in one word?

thinking more about it makes my heart raceam i mental?

am i the only one experiencing this?

is there anyone else who understandsmy message from the depth of my soul?

Surely, she knew what happened all along. For the brief moments that our gaze intertwined, my thought were also being read in the same manner.

I can't bring myself to look away. I tried, but my eyes refused.

Her?irises, blue and yellow, gleamless and shivering; the exact pair I have. They were trying to tell me something.?

All of a sudden, a flashback?crosses into my head.

It was her. A child, with smooth, black hair. Running in the park. She suddenly stopped, like someone had called her.

She turned around to face me and gave me a single smile.

It was devoid of any hope.

All of a sudden, the world around us breaks apart.?

Alas, it is the fate of us, the chosen priestess of the moon.

Once again.?

elulaa, aa alserci luneisi nevia.?

alserci lunei ekávice sa deilasa.

aa?fábiácsi iolaa.

ipecasa.

vel lunasi iola por eru perfe.