On the Surface

People see what they want to see. They only view what's on the surface, and they're easy to fool. I let them see on the outside that I'm a successful businesswoman. My clothes are designer, my makeup flawless, and I live in a high-rise condo in Lennox Hills. They see perfection, not what lies beneath the surface. The real me, the one I keep hidden is a broken-hearted woman who uses the makeup to hide her tears. The expensive clothing covers a heart once shattered by love. The walls of my expensive home shelter a lonely woman who hides the fact that deep down she wants to be loved. A woman who is too scared to risk her fragile heart. For ten years, I've managed to hide behind the image of perfection. Only letting people see what's on the surface. Until I ran into Jase. Now, every raw emotion, every shattered piece of my heart that I buried long ago is exposed outside the protective walls of my high-rise condo. No matter how hard I try, I can't keep the walls from crumbling. He sees me beyond the image that I've created. He says he can handle what's below the surface, but can I?