There is something in a pair of eyes that say I love you. When they look past you and into something far beyond what you could give them. They want to wrap their arms around much more than the flesh you reside in. There is a certain longing lurking within the scape of their gaze. They want to hold you and grasp you entirely.

There are certain people you don’t want in your head. You create them to fill a certain need, but they will not ever meet the need, nor will they recognize the need residing in you. Real friends identify with this need. They see yours and they rise to the challenge. Sometimes effortlessly. But I know these people. They are shallow and unsure, thriving off the attention of onlookers.  Advertising a false veil of security, they carelessly damage a trust mixed with emotion. Wounds and bruises.