Once I catch a glimpse of your eyes, I realize that I can fathom the well of dreams hidden there. Hidden in plain sight, but in danger of going unnoticed, I already know that you prefer it that way. Suppressed dreams that shouldn’t be there in the first place, or so we’ve constantly been told. That’s why I’ve never said a word to you about it.
On the days I feel bold and I manage to hold your gaze longer than just a few seconds, I can also see…me. I can see me rippling on the surface, but never sinking deep enough to reach that secret well. Your eyes hold so much warmth, such good intentions…and so many disappointments. You won’t dare allow me to become yet another one. Or yourself.
That’s why I’ve never said a word to you about it.
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