The Mask🗡Assassin Series3✔💯COMPLETED

The Past

I never claimed to be perfect

Quite the opposite, in fact.

I was painfully aware of my imperfections, and I tried to make you aware, too.

I had near limitless fears, hidden behind fragile walls of laughter and false confidence

I knew there were forms of love I could never fully accept or reciprocate, and I tried constantly to tell you this.

I don't know if you ever fully listened.

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Perhaps I was just being selfish

Wanting my past to fade away, wanting to become someone's future.

I still only ever wanted you to be happy

Even if it turned out that your happiness wasn't intended to come from me.

There were things I could never do for you and words I could never say to you, and I tried to make sure that you knew that.

I was never anything less than honest.

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People change with the passing of time

At some point, I looked at you and I had to stop and question just who was looking back.

There was a sadness in this new but familiar person that I didn't remember;

Was it because of me?

You said that it was a matter of circumstance, and that things would be better if you made a few adjustments, and I trusted your words.

I gave you what little advice I had.

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Sometimes it's better to let go

Love meant something different now, something more platonic.

You always seemed so hopeful, even with the worries and sadness

I was absolutely terrified of hurting you, so I continued to covered it with humor.

I was never meant to be the love interest in your story, it seemed, but I was happy I could at least be the wisecracking friend who supported you from the side.

I guess you had missed how hollow the jokes really were.

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It's almost human nature to hide behind masks

I hid behind humor, aloofness, and a lie that I never cared for others' opinions.

I always kind of admired that you never seemed to have a mask, that you were unabashedly you.

I see now that I was wrong

You never took your mask off, not even for me.

I never really knew you until suddenly the world was against me, and I was being faced with things that had never been spoken, but I was expected to have simply known.

Even now, you face the world with peace written across your face but anger in your heart for things that you decided all on your own.

I pity you.

For all your charm, and all the people you surround yourself with

You can't trust yourself enough to trust those who trust you, to actually share the inner workings of your heart and mind.