There is a hidden me that no one sees. He is right next to you in the theater, watching with you but feeling something different. While you are laughing the hidden me is holding back tears condensed from a fleeting glimpse of something that reminded him of Richie. The hidden me fakes a laugh so as not to arouse the suspicions of those next me. The outer me is enjoying the film with you while the hidden me is breaking apart inside. After some time passes my facade wrestles the hidden me into a détente – a tenuous truce where the hidden me recedes further into the shadow of my being, waiting for its opportunity to hide in plain sight again.
The hidden me is right next to you in bed, hearing the silence of your peaceful slumber: careful to ensure his sobs don’t disturb the peace you appear to … Read More