This is the first time I write one of the things (stories is not the proper word yet) that fill my head (what a MESS!!!!!), and since I am a bit (but just a little bit) masochist I decide to write in English, that is not my language... so please try to be understanding if it's a total disaster, and let me now if this must be the first and last thing I write! :) the author (who me? An author? Bha..)
Sometimes I stop and watch you.
And who am I able to see?
A taciturn and brooding man. You may smile but, does that smile light up your eyes? Or is it just a sneer?
Sometimes I believe to perceive a certain softness in your eyes, as if the heart that is beating in your chest were not stone-hard by nature, but made hard because of that punishment, more like a self-inflicted penance, that compells you to hate in exchange for having loved too deeply.
Sometimes I wish I could change all this. I wish I could be able to soothe your sleep and stop your nightmares,those lands where your past lives and your faults still plague you.
Sometimes I hope yuo notice those gestures of affection that I reserved just for you, and I hope they will eased your pain, if only a little.
Sometimes I stop and watch you.
But will you ever stop and watch me?
Sometimes I think no.