He has not known peace for a long time, and his eyes often get darkened. I know he was someone’s, not mine, and I’m secretly jealous of her… I know he doesn’t sleep at night. Every dream is a purgatory for his fears. Secretly crying, but instead of outside, tears are shed inside his heart. And he speaks incessantly, but remains silent, every time I go to him. His silence makes me bitter. And I feel unnecessary and petty. He’s probably in love with me, though at times, for a little time. Probably a day will come, in which he will find suddenly that he is in love with another one, and she is the woman worthy to wear the burden of that sadness, behind his forehead where she made her nest. And he will tell her everything, for which I asked him wordlessly. From now on it hurts and forges my heart like an ice-armour. It seems to have been turned a stone, and relentlessly endures pain, but this time, as it went worse, it will break early, even. And that’s it!
