I can only open up to people who understand pain; eyes seem to carry a lot.
I know that you are suffering.
When you look so deep within me, all I can feel is likeness.
It is insecurity.
It’s all the things that have been shoved down your throat and held against you for your entire life.
And you know what?
I not only recognize it, I want to embrace it.
I want to send you a signal with my own eyes that you will be okay.
I want you to know that I recognize and accept you.
I need you to know that I see you and love you.
You are safe now, but you still carry that pain so that others can see, in you, that you are one of us. And nobody will ever understand you the way we do.