His eyes... Your heart... My progress...

Your silence is ringing – LOUD AND CLEAR – straight through my heart.

He saw me, you know.
He heard me. Listened to me with his eyes.A cinnamon gaze so intense it made my breathing falter.
So modest in his gracious acceptance of my compliments, he heard all those words that I couldn't find.
He genuinely wanted to know what I thought, who I am, what I can see in him…
An active conversation. Two stories told.
We, struggling through our salted, malted haze, trying to find one another.
Seeking souls through our pupils. They were there, waiting.

His gaze so intimate an audience, so willing to let me make my claims and take my bow. I almost felt guilty at the applause. Unfaithful. Too easy.

*I've wasted so much time on you.*
All the love I've given you, it's yours. Keep it. Find some way to use it someday.I have plenty left to give.

He's gorgeous, and he's kind. And he hears me in a way that you never have.
Through eyes that have haunted my days.
But you possess a beauty of your own. I see it in you still. I fear I always will.
I am weak for you, but I cannot survive in the role you have cast me.
-screaming and crying my monologues in the dark…ignored.

I will shine again. And you may miss me. And you may not.
Perhaps I'm easy to forget. You are not. I will love you forever.
But there's got to be something for me. His eyes told me that secret. And his eyes are pure enough to trust.