her eyes.

"I saw the way she looked at you" I did too. It felt real, too good to be true but it was pity, she felt sorry for me. I know the world cannot tell the difference between those two when they visit the eyes. because they both come with a stop in time, a brief pause, sparkling eyes one wondering how to give you the world, the other trying to ease a little of your pain with sweet lies. She didn't love me, she only felt she had to in moments when I felt unloved. ~ayee