inspiration (one of those, woke-up-in-the-middle-of-the-night-and-scratched-down ideas)
i'd like to believe they're still in love. surely they are, though her smile is not as vibrant as it once was. her eyes are still overflowing with love, begging for him to hold her. they've looked like this for some time--it's not easy for her. he is the same way; weary, dark circles hang under his lonely eyes, longing for her return. his arms hang limply by his sides, empty since she stepped away. they were meant for each other--any stranger can see that. surel they can move on, knowing the other is still there, though absent from their life. true enough, they've been through hell and back--but they let go too soon, i think. who am i to say, they walked through fire together and fell apart somewhere inbetween. i think they can still make it, i just pray they won't have to meet again where they left off--within the darkest pits of hell.