They say that the eyes are the window to one’s soul. Whenever I look into yours, I see a lot of things – soul included. I also see you looking back at me. And when I see that, I wonder if you too can see my soul and all that it is desperately trying to hide. That thought always scares me, but it makes me hope too. Maybe someday you will be able to see past the mirrors that I pretend are my eyes.
A reflection on my current struggle with trust and openness in friendship.