There must have been a reason we met.
There must have been something between us.
There must have been a secret such a getting along well with you.
There must have been a statement can not take care of myself looking at you.
There must have been what scares me lest others looking at you what I see in your beauty.

I could see it, but I couldn't explain to you.

If ask to them my silent observer, they say that

never called my subject "endless & tough".

Perhaps they didn't use those words,

but that's what they meant.

But;

We're only seeing what's in front of us.

We're not seeing what's above us.