~When I first looked at her~
When I first looked at you, I got terrified. The way you smiled—I instantly recognized it. You had it too: the pain. The one you were hiding in that smile, thinking no one would notice. But I did. Behind your warm, cozy smile, it was almost textbook. Like an old, beautiful textbook with torn-up pages—something that people don’t read, not because they can’t read it, but because they can’t reach it. And there you were. Your eyes looked heavy, as if they wanted to escape your body, as if they hated you—because you didn’t allow them to cry. As if they had given up. As if they had gone silent for too long. Just like mine. But with just a last bit of hope. Hope of something. Someone. Not a hero, nor a villain—just someone with the same eyes, so that you could cry again. For the first time, and maybe… the last.