She looked beautiful in those nerdy glasses. Her ebony black eyes sparkled behind the glasses. I observed them closely and found them wet. Sometimes, things are not what they appear to be like. Although her eyes looked beautiful, I realized her mascara had been smudged due to the tears, and she wore the glasses only to hide the tears.
He hid her pain with those glasses and the fake yet beautiful smile. Sometimes, faking a smile and intending to make others happy make you happy. She had come to believe she was happy by faking the happiness. She was happy, indeed.
And then, she met me.
Her sorrows are now, mine, and my joy hers. Together, we complete each other.
He hid her pain with those glasses and the fake yet beautiful smile. Sometimes, faking a smile and intending to make others happy make you happy. She had come to believe she was happy by faking the happiness. She was happy, indeed.
And then, she met me.
Her sorrows are now, mine, and my joy hers. Together, we complete each other.
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