Her brown, silent eyes gazed into the sun as she sat down on the grass of our campus grounds. How the leaves fell into her dark brown, curly hair! Oh, how I wondered what she was thinking of - maybe a poem, a line, or a character. She loved how the words looked on a page. How I wished we could be together, but oh, how broken we are. How can I ever love someone when I can't be true to myself? When can I truly love her when I can't let go of the past? The past is what broke us and is why we can never be together."Our pasts never intertwined, but that is why our futures won't either. How much do I have to learn from her, love her, and hurt her before those silent eyes are mine and before her silent heart is beating once again for me?"