his eyes are dark.
its a lovely darkness. its kind of like staring at the midnight sky.
his eyes are simple, delicate.
so soft and caring.
i didn't see it before, but now i do. i see the pain in his eyes.
after he told me about his past, i cant seem to bring myself to look into his eyes.
i'm afraid i'll see exactly the pain he told me about. his past.
his eyes are beautiful.
they make my heart beat faster, and my mind run wild, but i cant bring myself to look into those amazing eyes.
i'm afraid that if i do again, i'll only remember all the pain that has been caused to him. i dont love him... not yet.
but i do love his eyes.
darkness and all.
because even in the darkness, i can find some amount of light.
i know i'm a part of the source of that light.
