“Is that what you see in my eyes, that you know nothing about me?” “Nothing is written in your eyes". I replied. "It is written in my eyes and i see the reflection in yours” ― Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
"I waved to her. I wanted to catch a last glimpse of her face, but the sky's reflection on the train window cast a dismal gray cloud over the beautiful features of my sweetheart…" >>> I don't know who wrote this but its beautiful
Just like the first time they said I love you and it stops you in your tracks. Even when you don't hear it, you can still feel it stop you and guide you as it continues to remind you. That's the kind of hold you have on me.