His Gaze Spoke Louder Than Words

I didn’t expect that a message on lovebbw.com would change something so meaningful in my life. I had tried different apps before, with mixed results. But there, among dozens of photos and profiles, one caught my eye — Marcus. His bio wasn’t long or elaborate. In fact, he’d simply written: “I value peace, coffee, and honesty. I like to listen.” That last sentence struck me the most. Because nowadays, everyone wants to talk — but very few truly want to listen.

Our first conversations were calm, unhurried. No fireworks, but filled with tenderness. Sometimes it only takes a few simple words to feel understood. We agreed to meet for a walk in the botanical garden — a place we both loved, though we’d never run into each other there before.

The day was warm, but not hot. June smelled of blooming lavender and roses, and the world seemed to slow down the moment we saw each other. Marcus approached with a gentle smile. He didn’t say anything grand right away — he just looked into my eyes. And in that gaze was everything: calm, kindness, and a quiet “I’m glad you’re here.”

- Gabrielle? - he asked softly, more confirming than questioning.

- Yes. And you must be Marcus. - I smiled, surprised by how natural his presence felt.

We strolled slowly along the garden paths, sometimes chatting about small things, sometimes in silence. But the silence wasn’t awkward — it was soothing. As if we’d known each other for a long time and didn’t need words to prove anything. At one point, we sat down on a bench in the shade of a maple tree. Marcus reached into his bag and pulled out two paper coffee cups.

- I thought maybe you liked cappuccino. - he said, handing me one.

- I love it, - I replied, surprised. - How did you know?

- I didn’t. I guessed. But sometimes it’s worth the risk.

I smiled, feeling warmth not just from the coffee, but from the quiet care in that gesture — simple and sincere.

- What do you dream of, Gabrielle? - he asked after a moment of stillness, looking off into the distance.

- Of peace. Of someone with whom I don’t have to pretend everything’s always fine.

“That’s a good dream,” he said softly. “It’s mine too.”

And then, again, that gaze of his. He didn’t have to say more. In his eyes I saw acceptance, tenderness, understanding. It wasn’t excitement over something new, or a fleeting crush. It was something deeper — a kind of bond that forms when two people aren’t afraid to simply… be themselves.

Before we said goodbye, Marcus gently touched my arm.

- Gabrielle, I’d really like to take another walk sometime. Maybe more than just once.

- So would I, - I replied without hesitation. - And maybe then I’ll tell you more about my dreams.

That evening, on the way home, I couldn’t stop thinking about his eyes. And how some looks have the power to heal.

Love doesn’t always begin with grand words. Sometimes it starts with a gaze that says, “You’re safe.”

And on that day — among the flowers, the coffee, and the quiet presence — I found that gaze.