Source:Image extracted from page 064 of Life on the Mississippi. …, by CLEMENS, Samuel Langhorne (alias Mark Twain).
Who are you?
No not the impression that others form of you.
I want to know the mirror you.
The facial expression that your reflection shows in clear light.
The inner you who knows who you really are,
the mystery which glitters on the surface,
begging for discovery,
the right to breathe,
the right for ownership, for declaration.
I ask you again,
who are YOU?
You entered with your wife, I noticed when at the same moment I lifted my head.
I really thought I would break down and cry when I saw you and her together but I did not.
“Wow, this is great”, I said to myself.
Our eyes met a few times during the ceremony and I just glanced away.
I refuse to sit sorrow fully and not enjoy my sister’s wedding.
Wish you all the best in your marriage.
My one request is that you continue to stay away from me,
You are doing a good job so far and I would like to recommend you for that.
Now I am free to not be afraid of displeasing people who are around me.
Why should I hate you?
No reason to, I feel absolutely no resentment, maybe if you try speaking to me that will change.
So do us both a favour and do not try to.
I am making great strides in moving on.
Yes I occasionally think about you but far better than the every minute thing.
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