• I've never seen him look so lost. He's always the one trying to be tough, never showing any weakness but now as he lay with his head rested upon my lap, eyes threatening to water, he looks like a little boy. I’ve never seen him so venerable and open. His eyes in threaded with white and blue strands show the hidden emotion so bottled up. The shadows of past memories linger inside the pupils, starting to climb out, invade the blue and wash out into the white. He finally revealed the broken pieces. He’s the puzzle I want to solve, the mystery an excitement that fills my life. It pains me to see him hurt, kills more that he blames himself. He’s a good person. No matter what he says, I know it’s true. My mind tries to wrap around each word but they wiggle away to a dark corner to be thought upon. He looks at me now, eyes begging for understandment, trying to access my thought process. He wants to know what I think of him now, I know he does. Truth is I think no different than I did before. He wants to believe it but I know he doesn’t. I’ll never be able to understand it truly no matter how hard I try. At the time I wondered how someone so strong could show so much but I realize how inside that man lays a child that physically was taken away but in the heart still remains. It comes out now and again to reveal the underlying softness of such a hard surface. He’s been through so much, he’s too young to know all he does yet when you’re forced to grow up the child must remain in some way. His child lies in eyes.