Running from her eyes

He'd run away. It had been such a long time, and he hardly ever looked back; he hardly remembered those days. Now they were staring right back at him in those eyes of hers. Why did she have to have those eyes? Eyes that were deep and longing. Eyes that held pain and anguish, like he'd only ever seen reflected in his own eyes when he looked at himself in the mirror. Her eyes scared him. Eyes filled with questions, searching for answers. Was this what she saw looking into his eyes. Did she ever find answers to her questions in his eyes they way he sometimes found in hers? Ultimately though he wasn't looking for answers to his questions, so much as he was looking for a place where it was okay to have unanswered questions; a place he didn't have to run from because he didn't have all the answers. That place didn't seem to be in her eyes, so he would start running...