He has that perfect face, you know, the kind that has no emotion. He has secrets - plenty of them. Yet he has a kind touch and a charming smile that breaks his silence when he's laughing at people's jokes. People around him don't see what that storm inside is like, so he continues to live like a mystery no one wants to solve.
Then someone does him a kindness. They show him empathy and happiness - in forms he has never seen before. 'Culture Shock' he calls it. Strange man! They sit and wonder, 'He isn't just from another country, but a different world! What sort of man can live where there lies no trust and no love?'.
Yet he survives, as he tells his tales, painting colours over the grey hurt in his heart. Inside, they wonder, 'how can he smile so?'. Time may have been unkind to him, but she is never wrong. She believes in teaching everyone a lesson, it is, afterall upto them how they learn it. Then they wonder again, 'maybe this strange man took his lesson the wrong way...but that smile, and that warm touch...something must have been right.'
He did it right, for he remembered who he was. He remembered he had love that he wanted to share and be embraced in return. He remembered that he could be happy again.
But who knew what he remembered, it was after all, all behind that perfect face of his, you know…the kind that has no emotion.
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