An Assault Upon Honesty
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I remember when I used to watch your eyes slowly thread through my words. Sometimes, I wonder if the only things you loved about me were the things you love about yourself. That isn't meant to be an indictment, because you should love yourself, but more of a sad admission that I probably didn't mean much. I'm probably even forgotten.
I forget you, and now I know it is a defence mechanism. You are beautiful and talented, but you possess so little drive. In that, and in a few other ways, you are alien to me. My pride would like to strike you from the list, but I can't. My heart is an iron cage.
I loved you so fiercely for just a few weeks. I felt the urge to call you wife and have you be the mother of my children. But really, we were both so incredibly damaged in such opposite ways I'm not surprised it ended. We both were good for each other and, ironically, that broke it. I still really love you, but there's no going back and I'm not sure I have any sadness in my left over it. It just was, it wasn't going to work and neither should it have.
Don't read too much into this.
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