Hi, this is my first story, so please don't be so hard on me.
Also I'm from Germany and English isn't my first language.
still hope you will like it :)
"What is love?"
That question he had never seen coming. Normally she was very closed-up about her feelings and only those, who knew her the best could tell if she was sad or happy, angry or calm.
But only he knew her smile was not real, just a mask to hide sadness, pain and grief.
Only he could tell when she was really happy.
He saw it at the way she walked, the way her certain smile reached her eyes, which were most of the time full with anger, grief and pain and sometimes held knowledge of hundred of years, showed her wisdom. Those, which had seen things nobody should have seen and experienced.
He saw it at the way her eyes shone like the stars every night.
He could tell what she was feeling because, he never believed the mack of coldness or the smiles or her laughter.
He looked in her eyes and saw all the thoughts which never were formed in words, all feelings which never lead to actions, all the tears which never fall.
He looked her in the eyes and understood her, saw her. Not her mask.
And that is what he thinks is called love.
please review I would really liked to know if this is total crap.
*help*