As you look in the mirror I see you as you really are for the first time. I had never noticed how you cover your ears with your hair. I didn’t even realize you were embarrassed by them. I see how you use too much mascara to make your eyes seem bigger. I always thought I knew you, what with us being the same person and all. I had no idea what was going on on the inside, what, no... Who... You are.
I also see the pain in your eyes, the emotional scars which will never leave you. I could have helped you, but instead I left you to drown in your own despair. And... I’m sorry. Before, I never saw you as a person. You were only a reflection to me. My broken reflection. A joke we both get but will never laugh at. Because it doesn’t really matter what side of the glass we’re on, does it? We both have feelings. We both have secrets.
But as I look at you and you look at me and we both stare into each other’s eyes, and I think, no, actually, I'm not sorry. I don’t regret it. We have both gained from this. And as a mutual – something – passes between us I think:
This was all worth it.
