I used to think that "looking at her with reverence" was only something that happened in romance novels, until I saw you staring at me. To say that I was unnerved would be an understatement. No man had ever looked at me that way before and I strongly doubt that any man ever will. "This is how beautiful people must feel like all day long", I thought.
And you know what? I couldn't cope with it. Started looking for reasons to break up, treated you badly.
You don't look at me that way anymore.
I am, simultaneously, crushed and relieved.