And then, right before I was going to give up, I saw a pair of eyes that spoke to me. Actually they screamed to me. I saw more than I could have expected to see. I saw straight into the heart of this person. My eyes connected with yours, and I knew that something was tearing at you. I could see that something was sitting on your heart, crushing it under a terrible weight. Something had moved in, making itself at home and you looked as if there was nothing that you could do. You looked like you needed someone to just walk up and talk to you.
You would have talked to anyone. You needed to get something off your chest because you were dying inside.
I could see all of this in your eyes. You telegraphed more in that brief second than I ever thought was possible. Your eyes have made me thing about that glance for three days. That split second I spent with you, a stranger, ahs haunted me for three days. When I walk that same path, I wonder if I will see you again, if you will have that same disparaging look that overwhelmed your existence.
What could possibly have you so intensely hurt? What could make you willing to pass your heart out on a plate like that to any random person that walked by? What could cause the desire for you to be willing to be so vulnerable to anyone who was willing to look? Was it your plan to pass on that information?
I know that you weren�t faking, there is no possible way.
