We are halfway down the hallway of onlookers as they peer deep inside this external shell. Somewhere along the way we became lost in the perfect perceptions from the outside, while the inside suffered from self inflicted wounds. Praises passed through our way while we fought for every inch of happiness; from the first source of contact to the impression of a life between the two. Yes this took a great deal of work, time, patience, sacrifice, practice, and perseverance. Tears flowed on a one way street, yes the other side may have been flawed and these dry eyes filled another pair with fear.
No one will ever see the interior design of our hearts, only a display that shows a vague representation of what we should be. So who are we?