As years passed, when everything seemed to have changed, the gaze struck me again. Taking an eternity, slowly and softly, it made me realize that it wasn't the gaze I had neglected at first.
It was the hidden gaze that was neglected with thoughts of false attraction on beauty.
It was the gaze I had longed for unknowingly, since I had felt it.
It was the gaze that made me fall for another gaze, hoping to find the truth someday but stayed misled.
It was the lost gaze that still invoked a beat in me whenever something turned up resembling it.
Yet, it was still wound so deep and innate in me that I could only realize after rainbow years.

I had become master of my heart and mind over these years....