Sometimes, I want to throw it all at him and see it mirror in his eyes.
How I am done living in this world.
How I will not ever trust a single thing to not leave me from one moment to the other.
How I keep myself busy to not have the time to find my permanent escape route.
But then I remember, I still want him to love me.
So I never would, because I want to see his eyes widen, see them twinkle and enlighten with pleasure and with warmth.
And now and then, I cannot stop myself from thinking that the widening, the twinkle, and all that could flame up there in those eyes could also be for the darkness that usually stays hidden.
Layla giggled. “It is not easy to find someone able to deal with those broken and condemned, and once you do, they tend to live their life in ways that will not let them last.”
Cheers.
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