A man with sad eyes.

On a cold night like this, I put my toes in my blanket, the warmth reminds me to someone that I cherish the most in my life, a man with sad eyes. Yes, I still remember his gaze when I first met him. Those pair of eyes ironically lighten up my days, giving me hopes to love again. He walked into my life and made my previous love stories feel like a trial. It seems real with him. Maybe this is what love should feel like. However, the more I get to love, the more I crave for it. Is love alone enough to hold a person? The greed got the better of me.

After all this time, I still don't understand him. Sometimes I wonder about him. This man is so much like a missing piece of puzzles. Who lives in the depths of his own thought. He barely shows his emotion, as if it has no bearing on the weight of the world. So, I started to wonder whether he loves me or not. Those sad eyes, I failed to understand. Now, it’s a little bit dramatic, I could feel that I have reached the edge of my happiness. The feeling is familiar as my body heartily disapproved as if it does not want to go through the same agony of separation. It’s weird because we never break up, maybe I have lost him before we could even say goodbye to each other. I just hope that one day he can find someone who can see through his sad eyes and love him wholeheartedly so he will forget that I was ever there.