Being perceived, being seen
Your heart is made of ice, he used to say.
Cold.
Hard.
Impenetrable.
I’ve been told I have a strong poker face, I told him. I agree; I can never tell what is going on with you, he replied.
Expressionless.
Stoic.
Feelingless.
They were wrong. They didn’t try, or look, or actually see me.
A thing about pedestals is they are easy to fall off.
A thing about fantasies…
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