May 14, 2006
There is that other boy - the one to whom I gave a part of me that I will never get back again. The one who holds me in his arms and tells me that I have the most beautiful eyes he's ever seen and tells me that they burn his soul. He always asks me why I always look away or shut them. I can never tell him that I don't want my eyes to burn his soul; I don't want him to look so deep into my eyes and one day catch an accidental glimpse at my soul.