and for some reason i can't shake the feeling. the feeling that, in his eyes, i'm less than i should be. the feeling when he looks at me that his greatest desire is for my healing; for me to become what he wishes so much i could be. he is over-eager. his extroverted sentiments toward me are a hyperbole, nothing close to the truth. his feigned interest in who i am only barely covering up his secret agenda. only barely hiding the regret-ridden past.
but i see through his facade. i sense his falsehood and it makes me cringe.
am i the only one? can everyone else be blind to it?
an over-exaggerated fiction/non-fiction.