I just wanted him so badly, I wasn’t willing to acknowledge that I didn’t want to do that I didn’t like that and that’s my fault I’m the monster for that.
But see I can acknowledge that maybe it was me… maybe I people pleased so hard when I meet him and wanted to give him everything that when it switched to I want to take this back and I don’t like this it all because I was never comfortable with any of it.
I think I am more in love with what we could be in another incarnation, in another world, than what we are here and now.
It’s the fantasy tying me to you.
Imagine betraying me, and constantly trying to hurt me without knowing that I pray to god that he protects you, makes your life less difficult and brings you mass amounts of joy.
I wanted to be the one to heal him
I wanted to be the one to inspire him motivate him to be a better man
But I see now
I cannot reform the core of another person.