"What do you like about me?" he asked.

And without hesitation, she answered. "You. I like you."

"The most?"

She shook her head, and then she saw disappointment in his eyes that he tried to hide but failed.

He smiled, bitterly. "Then who do you like the most?"

Her right eyebrow rose. "Aren't we talking about what I like about you the most?" she said in confusion. "You're the one I like, no one else. What are you talking about?" He can hear the sincereness in her voice.

He sighed in relief. He thought for a second she was going to break his heart. He's not going to take it. He can't imagine his life without her. He stared at her.

She smiled softly, her heart melted. Because there goes his eyes again, gazing at her lovingly.

"So what do you like the most about me?"

"Before you, I like your eyes, your expressive eyes the most."

He frowned, confused but there was a glint of amusement in his eyes. "Why?" he asked curiously.

"Silly, isn't it?" she cackled.

He squeezed her hand as an assurance, and said. "Of course not, love. Everything you say matters, so tell it to me."

She smiled, and caressed his cheeks, lovingly. "For I've witnessed the sun sets so many times. I've seen the color of clouds changed because of it." she said almost inaudibly, embarrassed of what she is saying. "And I am the sun setting and you, your eyes are the clouds that changes color everytime you see me. You had the most expressive eyes I've ever seen."

"Then?"

"Then it was your eyes that made fall in love to you." she confessed and there was hesitation in her eyes. "The way your eyes gaze at me with overflowing love and warmth, I can feel it even if you don't say it; and the way they lit-up and sparkle when you smile and happy. It's all because of it."

He blinked. He was overwhelmed with so many emotions, he doesn't know how to react. So he hugged her instead with so much tightness she can't breathe but she felt his sincerity and emotions.

"But?" he asked. They are still hugging each other.

She free herself from his hug, and she looks at him in the eyes. He saw.. Sadness? Ruefulness? Bleakness? He doesn't know, he really can't tell.

She frowned. "But your thoughts and you, are unpredictable. I thought I had known you so well and had figured you out but then you'll do something that will make me change my mind, that I wasn't."

He cackled. The irony. "And here I am thinking you're the unpredictable one."

They smiled and they knew why.