I look out into the sea of people,
and see not one knows me.

Some of them have known me for 10 years,
some for 2 years,
but, none of them know me.

They see me every day,
and they think they know me.
For I have become a master of deception,
hiding my thoughts behind closed doors of emotions,
putting up walls to see who is brave enough,
curious enough,
to break them down.
They see the smile upon my face,
see the way I like to laugh and talk,
see the expressions on my face as I try to hide
yet, none of them see me.

None but you.
None of them know me the way you do.
I see the way you look at me and I know you feel the same.
You know me better than anyone,
better than myself, even.

I can’t hide from you.
You see every little twitch of muscles that control the moves I make,
and you determine the legitimacy of it;
whether I’m faking or not.
And you see all the different sparkles in my eyes;
they smile when they see you, and gaze off when my mind is elsewhere.
You notice my expressions and my mood,
and the tone of my voice as it goes up and down hinting at secrets I wish not reveal,
and you decipher them,
as if you can read my mind.

My mind.
The labyrinth of stories and thoughts and hopes and wishes and dreams
and worries and doubts
hidden to all for so long yet,
known by you.
You have braved the walls and,
opened the doors and,
deciphered the mysterious world that is
My mind.

And it is for this reason
that my mind,
my soul,
my heart,
my love,
and my life
is you.