Through Keyholes

There is a saying that goes like this:

“People who look through keyholes are apt to get the idea that most things are keyhole-shaped.”
- Anonymous

With all of his choice words and bold romantics, my heart fell softly into his hands. What a great love I had known and returned. Until that night, I had such adoration for the compassion he portrayed so consistently. And now my heart just aches... you know... when you feel so much pain that you get a stomach ache? It is in my heart, where his love once laid my troubles to rest and dissolved my senses, he left me feeling like I could withstand any pain. And so pain arrives now, teaching me how to shed tears and bend my knees to the floor, wondering whether it was all counterfeit. I replay those statements in my mind and I am not sure that I listened to them in their entirety; the tone, the context, or the timing. I feel slightly naive for being so enthralled and engrossed in his attention that I forgot to be sensible. For I knew all that he had done, and yet I pursued his love endlessly, hoping that perhaps I had been to quick to judge his character based on the thoughts of those who knew him. And so I now look at his past through a new keyhole, one that has been molded over time with a mixture of betrayal and brokenness. And I see that his past is his present, too. His character has evolved into one that hides his true color, and layers itself with numerous facets to reflect a pleasant light for all to see.