My Only Friend

She was my only friend.
Every day she comes up to me. Different emotions, varied feelings and new looks. She would come talk to me. About anything and everything. But me being me, never replied to her. I never knew how to. I just let her be her original self. She would come to me. Cry, laugh, shout and whisper. She knew I never helped a lot yet, she never left me.

Today, she came up to me. With red eyes and a tear strained face. She was telling me something about her flaws and Imperfections.

The same night, I see her getting dressed for a party. She looked gorgeous. She asked me how she looked. I gave her the honest answer. In the middle of the night, she comes home. Drunk. She was crying all along. I could make out from her face. She kept telling me the same things. Flaws, scars and Imperfections. She felt she looked ugly. I showed her the truth. The real her. Showed her the beauty she had. Showed her the beautiful inner self of hers.

She looked satisfied and happy.
Unlike the rest of the people, I never lied to her. I never showed partiality to her. I showed her what she was. Unmisted by love or dislike.

She showed me her entire life. And I, stood there hanging on the wall, showing her the reality of everything.

I wasn’t just her mirror. I was her reality.