As I lay in bed that night I came to a realization.
Me and him were more alike then I had first ever thought.
I feel like deep down inside he was suffering, I'm not saying he was in physical pain or anything, he was in emotional pain.
Even he'll probably never admit that to anyone there were times where he thought no one was looking he would get this look in his eyes and it was a look I knew all too well.
It was the look of loneliness.
It was a look that shouted " look at me ".
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Waiting For Perfection
Short StoryIn which a girl deals with the pain of not being good enough for everyone around her and not knowing that perfection comes from the imperfect.
