if you stare at your eyes long enough they stop looking worn and become broken. It's heartbreaking.

I could write a song about this picture.

I feel like this is what you would have looked like telling me the bad news. I imagine your eyes tearing up like that and turning red. And biting your lips because there really isn't anything else that can be said at a time like this. I'm sure this picture has nothing to do with me or the bad news, but it's what I imagine. It's what I hope.