(via strengthandendurance)
It’s the tug at your bottom lip that gets me, every time. The one just before you inhale deeply, believing that the crushing pain in your chest is bigger than your ability to overcome it. Tears start forming in your green eyes, those striking pools that expose your soul. The first drop falls down your cheek, releasing a morsel of the pain you’ve kept inside for too long.
I hear the words coming out of my mouth before I realize it’s me speaking. You say nothing - but I continue talking - your eyes have said it all. I know I’ve finally reached you, because for the first time all night, you’ve looked me in the eye.
