I looked at her 2 ponytails,
the red bruise on her knee
then into her eyes.

She looked back,
with the slightest sign of confusion

I touched my hair swiftly and arranged my fringe,
still keeping the eye contact.
Surprisingly, she mirrored my actions,
Briefly touching her forehead because her fringe is tied tightly into the ponytails.

In her eyes,
I found comfort.
But I looked away.
When I was back,
She's still there,
but now, she's more certain then before.

I found comfort in her eyes, but I looked away.
Why did I look away?
Children has the most magnificent power of love
and they can look into your eyes for longest time.
And as we grow older,
we became more and more afraid of eye contacts.
Perhaps we lost some confidence.
Perhaps we became cynical about life.

Researches show that eye contact builds affection.
I'm not sure if it proves anything,
but at the end of the 30 minutes train ride,
I wanted to embrace her in my arms and kiss her bruised knee.

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