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A letter to the narcissistic person
I don’t know why I am writing this, but then again maybe I do.
I never used to think like this, this is all because of you. I realized though you are not the only person here I played a role to. As much as you would like to take all the credit you can’t because I do matter too.
You came into my life when I was just starting to shine. Getting myself back, realizing that my life is mine. Going out and around people some events not so great. All learning opportunities to learn self love and not hate.
My growth was just starting and that’s when you appeared.
The interest, attention you gave me felt great. Your interest was never waning, ever present at times too much. The long conversations all focused on you, information I shared to my detriment and never because you cared.
Then one day it happened from your mouth those words came you said that you loved me. Only in hindsight can I say that feeling I had was screaming run and run far. Get away from those words that person right now. I was taken aback, not ready to hear what you said and how could you at that point. I should have gone, listened and ran, I didn’t I stayed, for that I’m to blame. I mistook my gut feelings as not being for me, but guilt for not listening and caring for you.
