The first time I looked into her eyes, I saw what she was talking about.
The pain was there, and it was alive.
The stone grey pupils that I couldn’t help but stare into were a solemn tone, but I saw the beauty in the pain.
I saw straight through what her eyes were telling me.
I saw the girl behind those eyes, and the beauty that lied within the fragile frame that was taking all my time.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.