I see the way you look at me. Singing love songs with your eyes. Undressing my soul where I’m left with no choice but to show you everything I keep hidden from the world. Our eyes speak novels to each other our words could never muster up. This language is unfamiliar to me but never leaves me guessing what you mean. Sometimes I wonder what you see, when I catch you staring at me. Do my eyes tell stories you’ve never heard before? It’s as if you search for answers to questions that have never been answered. And as you grab my hand gesturing our first dance in the middle of your kitchen, I’ve become fluent to this dialect so foreign yet brings me to whisper to you in Bangla.