Seeing a different side to someone brings about the need to question if it's real.
He studies what he still cannot understand, searching for the truth
"What's wrong?" the question comes quietly.
"When did you become this different person?" he asks boldly.
"I'm still me. Only those I choose get to see this side of me."
"I can't believe there's different sides of you." He whispers in return.
"Together, they make me one in the same."
He remains silent, contemplative and uncertain. Digging into the heart is never easy and usually not welcomed.
"Ask me anything. You should know by now I won't mind"
Smiling softly, he takes the outstretched hand that's offered. "I do.