A Letter to the Narcissist – No. 115
I think of you often as you haunt my mind. You were the darkness who borrowed my soul. You chose not to steal it as you knew I would give it freely. Nothing felt dark.
I understood what you were. I gave myself to you because I wanted to share what I had. I wanted you to feel it and I want to experience life with you.
I made a choice. I was treated well by you .
The laughter, the stories, the dates, the love making, the kisses, the tears, the joy.
It was just you and I . It was our moment.
Until it wasn’t:
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This could have been anyone of us on the site. Short and to the point. Nothing else to be said.