I almost lost you. I thought I had. But here you are, sitting before me. Your hair falls over your face, over those beautiful brown eyes, the golden locks cascading over the creases on your forehead. Your chin rests in your hand as you stare a few feet ahead of you, face blank and eyes unseeing.
But even though you are here now, I can't stop this aching in my chest. In those beautiful brown eyes I see boredom, hatred, lifelessness. You are only a shell in my presence. All of the life is drained from those delicate features of yours; is there something I missed?
My battle worn heart tells me I have not. Your emotions are laid out before me,