I went to the bathroom.
I saw a very old friend of mine. I knew him since I was born. I know everything that happened to him.
I always go to the bathroom to see him. He was like always. Sometimes quiet. Sometimes fun, but most of the time he was thinking. He always looks to his left and right. He could see everything. He was the best man I know that can identify and understand other people. He was not raised to be that person. He always liked swimming against the tide. He always wanted to be different and liked doing the right thing. Well… he always was. He learned on his own.
When I saw him he changed. He thinks more but he was unsecure and unhappy. He didn’t know what he did wrong. I called him coward, stupid, incompetent, but the only thing I said that caught his attention was when I called him too nice. He stared at me for a while then he just left. Maybe the next time he’ll be better.
I knew that no matter what I do or anybody does, no one can break his code. A code that he made up.
A code that would make everybody better.
At that time I was not sure who he really was, but I was sure of one thing, he was the man in the mirror.
