They say the eyes are the window to the soul. I can’t think of anyone for whom this is more true that Darren, my musical partner and best friend, nothing more, nothing less, but oh how I wish he was more.
His eyes, crystal blue orbs, pure, innocent, and beautiful, so beautiful.
He says he bares his soul in his lyrics, and he does, but his eyes say more than a thousand songs and a million lyrics ever could.
They show his pain, his anger, his love, his lust, his despair, a long time before a song emerges, a long time.
I know he feels the same way about me as I do him, but I also know he’s scared, more than that, terrified. His eyes have told me that, no words, just looks and endless looking.
I’ve had a coupe of male relationships now, hell I even had a one-night stand with our guitarist, Ben.
But Darren hasn’t.
Darren has only ever loved women, more precisely one woman, his ex-wife, his childhood sweetheart, the love of his life. They split a few years ago, but Darren hasn’t even dated since, and he’s not one for one-night stands.
But I love him, and I don’t care what anyone says, to him, or me or about us, because I love him and that’s all that matters.
Darren, of course, see it differently, he cares what the fans say, what the press will call us, what parents will think, the fans we will lose.
He can’t deny his feeling any longer.
Tonight I’m taking him to his favorite restaurant in Brisbane, and I’m going to tell him properly how I feel.
If he rejects me I shall die, I cannot live without him. He is my life, my love and half my soul.
I hope his love for me will show in those eyes.
