Maura's point of view...
Everybody has the tendencies to see themselves as something they are not, it's so much different when you look into a mirror.
I don't like mirrors, I see myself in more ways than the body that reflects how I look for the outside world.
I see my inner self, the fights I fought, the evil I harbor, the doubts I have and simply all the things that are the real me, is what reflects back to me. And in spite of my insecurities I have to face the outside world and act as if I am alright and not inflected my secret inner self.
I suppose to act "normal", playing my part in this insane piece of reality like a marionette and I do. Wearing a smile like a shield of disguise and protection, so nobody will ever see the reflection or the backside of what is really shown in the mirror.
Everybody wants to see the string marionette, not the real me. "Thank you sir; Oh yes, everything is fine", and I dance around and jump to the beat of this idealized fake world. "I will fix that for you; The rapport is ready; Yes, a drink after work, count me in."
When you look at the wrong side of the mirror everything is fine, and the world around you operates like a well-oiled piece of machinery.
And then one day, you look at your own reflection in a window, and it's mixed with her face you look like one...one person... Maybe she looks right through you, maybe even right into your soul but still doesn't see. Or does she see and doesn't understand?
I love her. I. .
Jane smiled at our joint reflection. Did she smile at me, or to me, or with me?
Jane turned her face away from me, and I'm was alone again... The lonely reflection, the sad reflection at the wrong side of a mirror.