Thursday, July 30, 2020

Projections

I miss the me before him, I miss everything that he stole and although I wish to get it back I know, there is no going back. I had to come to terms with the fact that my belief in him came from a projection of my own inner soul. I saw him as pure and innocent, someone who was magical in every sense of the word. I saw him in this light, but that wasn’t him at all. I think that is the hardest part about it.  

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