To every soul that’s walked through fire, those with tender hearts, deep wells of compassion, and spirits that carry truth like a torch in the night, you need to hear this:
The narcissist, that master of illusion, now sits in the shadows of their own making—not because they can’t see the wreckage they left behind, but because facing it means facing themselves, and that’s the one thing they can’t bear to do. You see, they burned bridges with gasoline smiles and charming lies. They twisted love into something unrecognizable, and now they stand on the other side of that canyon, longing to cross back but terrified of what they might find: a stronger you, a you who doesn’t flinch anymore, a you who stopped waiting.
They know what they did—oh, maybe not in the depth that you felt it, but deep down they know. And because they know, they can’t just waltz back in; that door doesn’t swing so easily anymore. Instead of knocking like the humble would, they play the old games. They post pictures that drip with fake perfection: smiles stretched too wide, new lovers too soon, vacations, upgrades, glowing skin—all curated to jab your heart just enough to make you wonder, “Did I imagine it all? Was I really the problem?”
Don’t fall for it. They call it strategy; I call it fear dressed in manipulation. They’re not healing; they’re hiding. They’re not moving on; they’re performing. Why? Because the thought of facing your silence, the weight of your absence, is unbearable to them. They lost the lifeline you once were, and they’re scrambling, not soaring. That hollow display on social media? It’s not love, it’s not joy—it’s bait, it’s theater. They need an audience to believe their own act, because being alone means sitting with the truth. And the truth is, they can’t do real intimacy; they never learned how.
They leap from soul to soul, craving the reflection of worth they can’t find within. Yes, that new person was likely already in the wings while you were still trying to fix what you didn’t break. But here’s what they didn’t expect: that they’d miss you—not the version they tried to mold, not the puppet they thought they controlled, but the radiant, powerful, spirit-led being who walked away. They underestimated the cost of losing someone who loved deeply and purely.
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