'...'
I couldn't take my eyes off of his fond gaze. His grey eyes looked at us with a mixture of sadness, comprehension, joy, respect, concern... even a bit of rage could be found in them. Yet... his love was so evidently driving those emotions inside him that... with every flicker of his eyelids, it renovated that strong glint that expressed said love.
In this world... In these times we are living... I wonder if they know that besides craziness... there are other mental illnesses that not only affect our actions but also our hearts...
Marianne's Father certainly knows that her ailing... that her condition is not physical. He knows it is something deeper that hides in her heart that has made her like this...
