100 words

The light, the heat in your eyes drew me away from the daily reminders. You were the first to say it: you have it bad. I never knew. I had no comparison. I still don’t think of it that way; sounds weak, pathetic. But I understand. With you, I dropped the weight I didn’t know I carried. Your eyes held the resolution of so many fruitless searches. When you look away, I know it without seeing. It ripples through me. Draws me back. You know that feeling when your legs aren’t yours? When they move your feet to places unkind?