His eyes, the color of worn fifties, met my own,
and unlike any other person I've met, he stared.
His face didn't pale, and he didn't flinch,
he didn't gasp or look away.
He stared.
He looked at me, really looked at me,
he saw the things I would do, how far I would go, he saw what Im capable of, he saw my every regret. And didn't back down.
He angled his body towards me, and gave me a small nod.
"I see you."
he said.
"I see the real you, and if you think that would make me love you any less, you are sorely mistaken my dear. I love you. Get that through your head."
