I'm so Happy for you...
I could cry.
Yeah I'm so elated,
Cross my heart and hope to die...
--> Saving Jane, Happy
...And as she cries herself to sleep each night, she comes to realize that the many faces that she's wearing washes away, and she stands before herself, trembling, vulnerable and naked.
Shes sees the scars that she has tried for so long to hide, still raw and ugly on her skin. Her body has wasted away under the armour she had used to protect herself, and what remains is just her skin wrapped around a skeletal frame. She stares herself in the mirror, and what meets her eyes is a reflection so far removed from the person she wants to be, from the person people have come to see her to be.
A pair of sunken eyes stare back at her, submerged in a pool of hurt and disappointment, jaded by meaningless acheivements over the years. She collapses to my knees, overwhelmed by sorrow of what is left of her.
No. No one must know her in this state. It would horrify them. No one should see her like this. She feebly plucked herself up and started to rebuild that armour once more. Helplessly picking up the broken pieces of what she had for so long identified with, although knowing that it would bring no comfort, only slight relief from present agony.
Then she felt a warm presence in the cold, dark room, warming her trembling body. She was not alone. She swivelled around and gasped. Standing there was a person, immersed in a brilliance. It wasn't a brilliance that was dazzling, or one that blinded people and made them turn away. It seemed to be softened by the person, making it more inviting. It aroused curiosity, but was not neccesarily seductive. In fact, it seemed to promise more pain if she were to approach it.
She shrunk away, trying to hide her nakedness, while scrambling to gather the pieces she had collected. She noticed that the person did not retreat, nor step towards her.
Just three words. Three words were enough to send her into complete oblivion. For her to drop the shattered remains of herself, to step into the unknown, to believe again.
"I love you."
It was enough. And more than sufficient.
I could cry.
Yeah I'm so elated,
Cross my heart and hope to die...
--> Saving Jane, Happy
...And as she cries herself to sleep each night, she comes to realize that the many faces that she's wearing washes away, and she stands before herself, trembling, vulnerable and naked.
Shes sees the scars that she has tried for so long to hide, still raw and ugly on her skin. Her body has wasted away under the armour she had used to protect herself, and what remains is just her skin wrapped around a skeletal frame. She stares herself in the mirror, and what meets her eyes is a reflection so far removed from the person she wants to be, from the person people have come to see her to be.
A pair of sunken eyes stare back at her, submerged in a pool of hurt and disappointment, jaded by meaningless acheivements over the years. She collapses to my knees, overwhelmed by sorrow of what is left of her.
No. No one must know her in this state. It would horrify them. No one should see her like this. She feebly plucked herself up and started to rebuild that armour once more. Helplessly picking up the broken pieces of what she had for so long identified with, although knowing that it would bring no comfort, only slight relief from present agony.
Then she felt a warm presence in the cold, dark room, warming her trembling body. She was not alone. She swivelled around and gasped. Standing there was a person, immersed in a brilliance. It wasn't a brilliance that was dazzling, or one that blinded people and made them turn away. It seemed to be softened by the person, making it more inviting. It aroused curiosity, but was not neccesarily seductive. In fact, it seemed to promise more pain if she were to approach it.
She shrunk away, trying to hide her nakedness, while scrambling to gather the pieces she had collected. She noticed that the person did not retreat, nor step towards her.
Just three words. Three words were enough to send her into complete oblivion. For her to drop the shattered remains of herself, to step into the unknown, to believe again.
"I love you."
It was enough. And more than sufficient.
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