You always said looking into my eyes was one of the hardest things for you to do. I took it as a compliment at the time, never to comprehend until years later, when I would understand that what you said was a hint from you. It wasn’t that my eyes were too beautiful and overpowering to stare into, it was that you couldn’t bear to look at them and beyond the darkness of your past - you couldn’t face the truth. And I don’t blame you, I would’ve gone running too.