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To everyone we are secondary characters. You are the center of your perception; the story is told from your point of view.

The only truth we can know about others is from the story we create for them. In truth, you don’t know anyone (and no one can know you).

Respect is one of the greatest expressions of love. If other people try to write your story, it means they don’t respect you.

They consider that you are not a good artist who can write your own story (even though it is your destiny to do so.

You were only born so that you may become the hero of your own epic, narrative.

You care about my well-being only in a version that also satisfies your “need” to have me.

You say you care about me, but strip me of me.

The thing about a “catch” is that you still have to catch it! If you drop it, the runner can advance the bases.

If a relationship is like a plant, it’s trust in the process that allows growth. Your too concerned with making it APPEAR the way you’ve envisioned in YOUR dream.

The beauty of life is that we get to make choices and express free will; you’ve denied me this while I’ve guaranteed such a right on your behalf.

I wish I could choose you, but it turns out it isn’t up to me at all for my choices are underinformed, misleading or result only from manipulated circumstance.

Then, what is real?

Only if I know what’s real can I follow the appropriate, educated path. MY path, The Way.

You offered to step hard left and get out of your way ... but then you widened your stance and blocked the entire road, hallway and / or journey itself ... you’ve stolen my call to adventure.

My hero remains in the ordinary world because he’s been tricked into closing his eyes. Now open, he can no longer return to the ordinary world. Knowing means he can never return.

I’m sorry you lack this control. To me, a half lie, is still a lie (although I’m not sure you can see the difference).

I just can’t stop asking myself: WHY?

I don’t appreciate that my life feels so monitored. I’ve never given distrust such a long trial period, for that much at least, feel proud.

But it’s not for me. Jealous liars are not my type. I find said cowardice unattractive.

I am envious of one thing though ... how nice you were able to eliminate poisonous what-if’s from your journey. I’m regretful that to do so you helped create all of mine.