The clarity in his gaze is blinding.

For just one second, it's as if you've already spent hours lying in the grass, looking at the clouds, talking of your dreams, and hopes, planning to discover them together.

He's already said he loves you. You've said it too. And you mean it more with him than with Roy, because it's wondrous and delightful and so much better than you ever imagined.

But then suddenly it hits you that you haven't really done all this.

Even with his eyes begging you to believe otherwise, the fact remains.

He's never said a word.