His Eyes

Just something I wrote down in a journal of mine. It's not really a story

And I wait for him to look at me with those eyes. The eyes that have seen so much pain and anger, yet they remain so gentle. He thinks he can hide it, but his eyes reveal it all. He's hurting. A lot. But he refuses to admit it. And one day he'll just crumble, fold into himself in an instant. Because he will no longer be able hold himself together. For I have broken down the walls that did so. The walls he worked so hard to build. But I won't break them down because I want to hurt him. But because I will love him. I want to know of the things that lie deep within him. I want to be the only one who knows of them. I won't hurt him. I promise. I just want to love him and have him love me back...