..something i wrote.
I lay in bed, thinking. Hoping for sleep at first, but then, really thinking. And a picture formed in my thoughts. Not a picture, exactly, but more of an old fashioned movie reel, spinning slowly over and over again in my thoughts. A young girl, and a young man, standing together. The girl was crying...
The tears welled in her eyes as she watched him. She watched his eyes go dark, and turn down, as if looking at her would turn him to stone. And she watched the tears form in his own eyes. "Don't you want to know?" she whispered. "Don't you want to know what it's like to hold me, and kiss me.. and love me? Don't you want to know?" He turned away, and her hope quickly fleeted. "I know you love me! she cried, I know you do, and we can be together if you let us. Why? Why won't you let us?" He gathered all his strength and, sighing, slowly turned to face her. And in the moment that his eyes met hers, his heart broke. Shattered all at once, with nothign left but the jagged pieces. As he saw the tears that were once so complacently flowing towards the brim, violently overflow and spill down her beautiful face. As he saw all the light that had once shone so brilliantly, fade out of her eyes. As he saw in those eyes, the reflection that was once filled with happiness, now so filled with pain. And as he saw himself, reflected in her eyes, the mirror image of a man he no longer knew, his heart broke. He could contain himself no longer. His own tears, that had once seen so much joy, began to slide down his face, burning his checks with each drop. It was then, at the moment, that he felt the same way that she did. The way that every tear was another hope wasted. That each one could fill the world with meaning, but slipped into the ocean nonetheless, insignificant and meaningless. He couldn't bear to look into her eyes another second, so he closed his own, only to find that it was her face he still saw in his heart. He pulled her to him, and as she wept against his shoulder, their tears mingled. . .