I used to think many times, if it wasn't for that mirror, if it wasn't for hiding secrets like you, I would refuse to believe that everything I went through was so cruel. Without you, my smile would be more beautiful. That day when I heard your slightly apologetic concern on the phone, did you know? I realized all this was more thorough than you saying goodbye.
I know the clothes were clean and drying in the sun back then, but the wounded heart, no matter how much it forced a smile, could no longer hide the pain within.
