He looks at me. No, he looks into me. Clear blue eyes, the windows to the soul.
His soul reaches through his eyes, past my own eyes, and wraps around my own soul tentacle-like, drawing it back into his tiny body.
The expression is one of familiarity and devotion. His soul seems to says to mine, Ah, it's you! I remember you. I remember loving you. And I love you still, for you are mine.
Yes. I am yours. And you are mine. We belong to one another. Two souls recognizing each other from across an ancient lifetime.
Trust, Love, Devotion, Remembrance in his older, other-worldly eyes.
I do not know what unfinished business we have to complete. I know only this:
I must not let him down.