He has always been dwelling in the corner; quietly observing with those soft, changing eyes – the kind that when you look into them, you see the truest reflection of yourself which no mirror can give. The greatest part is that he looks on without judgement, so one can feel the ease of the void of confidence melting away. Never knew how vital his keepingn company was till it was not kept any longer. When regained at moments, one can delve into the calmity once more as if twas never lost. Those who hold too tightly are usually, upon observation, those who are kept at a greater distance than those who allow themselves to just be and feel. And, despite what has occured along with what may, I will always crave his presence and character with all my black little heart.
