I was told he has a locked box inside of his mind that holds his most inner turmoil, His anger, His untold secrets of his daunting past...He once Told me he can't open that box, he keeps it bolted shut !  It cracks every once in a while that horrid box...  I have  seen those times, I have been in the path of his internal earthquakes... His eyes are the first to show... A dark shadowy  cloud forms, letting me know, stand back... walk away... fear me... His hands pull inside themselves into tight fists at his unyielding sides... words can't be spoken  the silence is deafening...I sit and wait for him to seal those cracks and come back to me...