a short snip it from a story I am writing.
Today I smiled, not because of anything you said. Your eyes told me a story when you looked at mine. You awoke something I thought was long dead. As this sliver of emotion stirred....I smiled. Your eyes smiled back. Yes your eyes, they twinkled with mischief as if you suspected what you had accomplished. I find you infuriating you know. I simply can not comprehend how you can reach into the depths of my soul and bring forth the person I have tried to shelter from everyone else. It is quite infuriating. You challenge my every thought and find pleasure in doing so. I wish I could shut you out, I even wish I could hate you but sadly I can not.
I finish my journal entry, like so many others I have written about him, to him and hidden away. I place my journal under my pillow and turn out the lights to get some rest for tomorrow. Tomorrow I will not let him chip away at my armor. Tomorrow I will keep my distance from Chris.