Dreaming of Reality

But it was his eyes that not only caught my attention, but held it there, captive, hypnotized. Rimmed with thick, long dark lashes, they bored into me, holding so many deep-seated emotions it was hard not to lose myself in them.
Above everything else, I could see the sadness, the suffering that seemed to consume him like a burning fire.
It almost felt like, if I tried hard enough, I could reach into those eyes and find the actual person in their, hiding behind that cool, hard exterior, and most of all behind all that pain.
"There's someone in there", I thought, "someone worth saving".

When the lines between dreams and reality become blurred, it's hard to know who to trust...