I never knew how I felt at first when his eyes made contact with my own.
My eyes were the window to my shallow, damp-soul, and I did not know what his reaction was going to represent. Sadness, happiness , or will a blank expression run across his face.
Was he going to be proud; that he had such a broken figure in his life?
For I had not tell him about my past, yet I felt as if he was well known about my dark memories by that one split second when my eyes glanced at his.
There was a war inside my head. thoughts swinging calmly against each other; although, they were the exact opposite.
Shall I continue to love him the way I do, or shall I leave and dodge the bullet that will one day intend to fire at my mortal beating heart.
My thoughts were racing faster than my body could react. I was overthinking.
I began, to think of the rapid waves moving towards the shore, and the calm breeze running forward but never once backwards. Is it ironic two beautiful things can be so different.
The waves are capable of going forward and back; while as, the wind can only go forward. What beauty was I meant to be,
shall I be the calm breeze, or the rapid waves?
I really didn't know what was overcoming of me. Love doesn't exist.
In this hell, us humans call earth. He would never love me, my eyes are not as naked as they seem to even deny the facts.
