A girl sits in her room crying. Crying over how her life is just too perfect. Crying because everyone cares on the surface but no one cares enough to see what's really going on.
This girl is torn. Broken. Her heart shredded. So desperate this girl is, she tells a stranger what no one knows. She tells him her deepest thoughts, her sorrows and her pains. The things she couldn't tell someone she knew.
This stranger, kind is he, with the flare of confidence that makes her smile. He listens and tells her his secrets.
He hides his face but shows his soul. She looks in deep and sees who he is and who he wants to be.
He listens and talks. Thinking she's a good girl, a nice girl. A genuinely nice girl. But doesn't realize how good he himself is. He doesn't see himself as she sees him. She sees him as someone that is easily loved. She wonders who loves this man that helped her glue her shredded heart back together. She wonders if his heart needs a little glue.
The girl thinks he hides the part of himself that she finds beautiful. She's sure that if they'd met she wouldn't know him as she does. He hides this part of himself from the world who can see his face, thinking it's showing himself to be weak. When really it shows just how strong he really is. This man has been a friend to a broken girl. He stopped her from doing something that would've ended her life.
The girl is learning much from this stranger and wants to show she cares and wants to show she'd like to help him too. But she doesn't know how. She's young and naive, confused and helpless. He thinks himself a man, who knows just a little more about the world and the ppl in it. But she's sure there's something he's missing. She wants to help him see, she wants him to see himself as he truly is.
She wonders what he'll think of her after this.
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