but his eyes brings me the sense of acceptance i've always wished i felt.

his eyes reflect to me a home that i feel safe enough embodying,

he brings me this sense of acceptance that i can't shake, he allow's me to feel all i can feel and i don't want to let that part of me go,

i want him to see me and there's a soft whisper in the back of my mind saying "he wants to see you"

i want to hold his hand and i feel that he wants to hold mine.

my heart wants to allow him in, and for once my soul is okay with it,

my soul is okay with the idea of allowing someone in,

and i don't want to ignore that part of me that's been hiding all my life,

i don't want to dismiss her cries anymore,

i don't want to deny the love she so desperately, yet reluctantly, wishes for.

and with him, she accepts the one part of herself that she never had the chance to love,

she can't help but fall for the person whose eyes are telling her "it's okay to let go,"

she can't help but allow those words to flood in,

even if it means the boy whose eyes are telling her will leave that part of me heart broken and alone.