Do you remember? we woke up together one night and you screamed in terror. You screamed at me not to use eyes like that to look at you, while I wondered what kind of eyes "eyes like that" might be. My eyes were the same as they had always been. But you were afraid of them, you said, especially in the dark. then you hugged me tightly. Wanting to escape my eyes, you came even closer. I felt a bitter smile crawl up the corners of my mouth, as I became aware to "eyes like that"... If you and I had been able to meet back then, we could have spun out a real heartthrob of a love story. but by now my eyes have faced death many times, and now it were visible... how can you ask them to glow with a soft and gentle warmth? From now on I can only take the play halfway... It is up to the woman to imagine the other half.
