Paper Thin

Perfect

When he looks at me, I don’t think he knows what he thinks he sees.

He’s known me for years. He’s been my pen pal, read all my letters, and even sent a few back. But what he doesn’t know is that I’m my best on paper. On paper I can smile and laugh and it almost seems believable. With him I’ve gotten to be exactly who I wanted to be. With him, I was perfect

But now he’s coming here.
He’s going to meet me.

It terrifies me to think that he’s going to meet ME, especially because I’m a complete stranger to him. Better still I’m the wrecked, scared, insecure, stranger that lied to him. He’ll hate the real me. I just know he will. So I don’t think I’m going to let him meet me.

I’ll make sure he meets the girl he thinks he knows. He’s going to meet the well adjusted, happy, girl without a problem in the world. He’s going to come here and find a living room with family pictures and bright colors. He won’t see my wrists, won’t see my parents, and won’t be able to judge a life he never sees, my life he’ll never see. I’ll make sure he meets the girl he knows. If only her perfection wasn’t so paper thin.