You wrote us an essay.
The spelling was atrocious, the grammar a mess, but you assured
us it wouldn’t matter, if we’d only look deeper.
Looking deeper was, in fact, your central thesis. That you
weren’t myopically seeking attention at everyone else’s expense, but rather
possessed immeasurable inner beauty that we’d unjustly judged. You felt it was
a lesson we desperately needed to learn.
We needed to stop judging you based on your actions, and see
the beautiful person you truly were.
On the inside.
The person you’d never, ever share with anyone, for fear
that they might taint it.
