He put on a happy smile for everyone, but what was he really thinking?
Who would ever know such a thing?
His facade was unflawed. He knew what he was hiding, hoping, we wouldn't find out.
Did we ever? I don't even think we did. How could we? He trapped his pain in someone else.
Someone else entirely.
Same eyes, same face, different people.
Never the same again.
Two halves of one cannot become whole without fault.
Flaws are forever here, making their ways into us.
He had no flaws we thought, but we were wrong.
Looking into his eyes, seeing his smile, you could have never guessed it had been him. That it had to be for her.
Everything he did, he did for us.
Aren't we selfish? To have let this go on for so long?
And now we can't be saved from ourselves.