A Mirror

I looked into it and stared for what seemed like an eternity. As the corners of my eyes darkened and blurred, the centre of everything seemed to be more focused and clear. Though it pains me not to close my eyes and blink, it felt as if every millisecond mattered.

You. You were the centre.

I see myself in you. What you are right now, is what I was. What you were, is what I am. We both know all the problems and solutions, and we can both go through them, even if it means going through them twice in both our lifetimes. We are wise, or maybe even foolish enough to help each other, knowing that we've both gone through a lot of pain to get to where we are right now.

We are each others' reflections made permanent and physical. We are the epitome of self-destruction and resilience. Though it is impossible to completely conceal all the cracks and defects, we can accept them wholly.

Why? Why can I? Why can you? I find it impossible to love myself, but you can. You find it hard for someone to take you as you are, and I can.

"Why?" is not the right question, but "how?"

"How" opens so much more doors.
How can we be able to feel this way towards each other when we were the persons who we used to be--ugly, scarred, hurt, unloved, deprived, and hidden.

I guess that's why.